Willow the Wednesday Fairy : A Rainbow Magic Book (9780545308809) Read online

  Arts and Crafts

  Bits and Pieces

  Crafty Goblins

  Butterfly Fun

  A Lasting Impression

  Fairy Painting

  “This is great!” Rachel Walker said, beaming at her best friend, Kirsty Tate, as they wandered around the Tippington Community Center Arts and Crafts Fair. “I don’t know what to do first!”

  The fair was in full swing. Wooden tables covered with long white cloths were arranged in a huge square, and each table had been set up for different crafts. Rachel and Kirsty could see neat piles of velvet, satin, and silk fabrics for making patchwork quilts on one table, and knitting needles and baskets of fluffy wool on another. In one corner of the square, a man was demonstrating origami, and in another Rachel’s mom, Mrs. Walker, was teaching scrapbooking. Each table had space for people to try the crafts themselves, and there were already long lines at some of them.

  “This is great, isn’t it?” Kirsty said, looking around. “And I just thought of something. With so much colorful fabric and paper around, this would be the perfect place to find one of the fairies’ Fun Day Flags!”

  “You’re right!” Rachel agreed. “Today is Wednesday, so we should be on the lookout for Willow’s Wednesday flag.”

  Kirsty and Rachel shared a wonderful secret. They were friends with the fairies, and often helped them when icy Jack Frost and his goblins caused trouble. Now the girls were trying to find the seven magical flags that the Fun Day Fairies used to recharge their magic. That way, every day of the week would be filled with fun!

  Jack Frost and his goblins had stolen the flags, but the Fun Day magic had made the goblins even more mischievous than usual. Furious at the goblins’ antics, Jack Frost cast a spell to send the flags to the human world. But the goblins missed the fun so much, they snuck away to try and get the flags back. Now the fairies were relying on Rachel and Kirsty to help them find the flags … before the goblins did.

  “I hope we can find all the Fun Day Flags before I have to go home at the end of the school break,” Kirsty said. Then she noticed that Rachel was frowning. “What’s the matter?” she asked.

  “Have you noticed that no one looks very excited?” Rachel whispered, pointing at the visitors filling the room.

  Kirsty looked around. Rachel was right. Even though some people were smiling, nobody looked like they were really having fun. “That’s because Willow’s Wednesday Flag is missing.” Kirsty sighed.

  Rachel nodded. “And it’s going to be hard to find the flag with so many people around,” she pointed out.

  “Remember what the Fairy Queen always says,” Kirsty reminded her. “We have to let the magic come to us.”

  Rachel smiled. “You’re right,” she said. “Which craft should we try first?”

  “Look, there’s no line at the jewelry-making table,” Kirsty pointed out. “Let’s start there.”

  The girls hurried over. The table was covered with bracelets, necklaces, and earrings, all made out of sparkling beads in different colors.

  “Hello, girls,” the jewelry maker said, smiling. “Would you like to make some bracelets?”

  “We would love to!” Kirsty replied.

  She and Rachel sat down and the man gave them each a pair of scissors, string, and a silver clasp.

  “First, cut the string to fit your wrist,” he explained, as he pulled out a large plastic box with lots of little drawers from under the table. “Then thread these beads onto your string to make your bracelet. You can use any of the beads you like.”

  Rachel and Kirsty measured each other’s wrist and cut their strings, as the man went to talk to someone at another table. Then, eagerly, they opened the tiny drawers.

  “Ooh, these are pretty!” Rachel gasped, as they looked through different-sized beads in all the colors of the rainbow.

  The girls began threading beads onto their bracelets. Rachel was using sparkly beads of all different sizes, while Kirsty had chosen tiny pink and purple ones.

  Soon, Kirsty realized that the drawer of small pink beads was almost empty, and she still had the last part of her bracelet to finish. She began checking the other drawers, hoping to find more pink beads somewhere.

  Suddenly, Kirsty’s heart skipped a beat. A faint glittery green sparkle was swirling around one of the drawers. Kirsty gently pulled the drawer open and peeked inside. A tiny fairy was smiling up at her!

  “Rachel,” Kirsty whispered happily, nudging her friend. “It’s Willow the Wednesday Fairy!”

  Willow looked thrilled to see the girls. She wore a flowing dress in different shades of green, and had little green slippers on her feet.

  “Hello, Willow,” Rachel said. “Have you come because the Wednesday flag is somewhere nearby?”

  Willow peeked cautiously out of the drawer. The jewelry maker was facing the other way, chatting to the woman at the potter’s wheel. Willow leaped lightly out of the box and hovered in front of the girls.

  “Yes, Rachel,” she declared. “I think my flag is here. And the poem in the Book of Days will help us find it.”

  The Book of Days was kept by Fairyland’s Royal Time Guard, Francis the frog. Every morning, Francis checked which day it was in the Book of Days, and then raised the correct Fun Day Flag up the flagpole at the top of the Time Tower. When the sun hit the Fun Day Flag, the magical rays would shine down into the courtyard, where a fairy would be waiting to charge her wand with Fun Day magic. Ever since the flags had been stolen, poems had magically appeared in the Book of Days, giving clues about where each flag might be.

  “Tell us the poem, Willow,” Kirsty said eagerly.

  Willow began to recite:

  “Yards of fabric, strings of beads

  Follow the glitter, see where it leads.

  It once was one, but now it’s three;

  The Wednesday Flag means fun and glee!”

  “It once was one, but now it’s three,” Rachel repeated. “What does that mean?”

  “I don’t know,” Kirsty replied. “But I think the first part means we have to follow a trail of glitter.”

  Willow nodded. “But first, let me finish your bracelets for you.” She lifted her wand and a shower of emerald sparkles floated down onto the two bracelets. Immediately, more beads magically appeared on the bracelets, and the clasps shut neatly into place.

  The jewelry maker was coming back, so Willow quickly zoomed over to hide in Rachel’s pocket. Meanwhile, the girls put their bracelets on.

  “Look,” Willow whispered, leaning out of Rachel’s pocket and pointing at the floor with her wand. “Glitter!”

  Rachel and Kirsty looked down and saw a small pile of gold glitter on the floor near the jewelry table.

  “It’s not really a trail of glitter, though,” Kirsty said doubtfully. “It’s just a little pile.”

  “There’s a button and some ribbon next to it,” Willow pointed out.

  “And another pile of glitter a little farther on,” Rachel added.

  The girls thanked the jewelry maker for their bracelets, then hurried over to the second pile of glitter. Now they could see that there was a scattered trail of glitter, buttons, ribbons, fabric, and beads.

  “Where does it lead?” Willow whispered eagerly.

  Rachel and Kirsty carefully followed the glitter trail. It led them right to the quilting table, where several people were sewing different pieces of brightly colored fabric onto a beautiful patchwork quilt.

  At that moment, a woman put down her needle and reached for a new piece of fabric. Rachel and Kirs
ty noticed that the fabric squares were stacked in neat piles on one side of the table. On top of one pile was a beautiful piece of golden cloth with glittery patches.

  Rachel nudged Kirsty. “The pattern on that gold material looks just like the pattern on the Fun Day Flags,” she murmured. “But it couldn’t be Willow’s flag, could it?”

  “I don’t think so,” Kirsty said, frowning. “It looks much smaller than the other flags we’ve found.”

  Willow peeked out of Rachel’s pocket to look at the gold material. As soon as she saw it, a big smile lit up her face. “It is my flag!” she whispered. “Well, part of it, anyway. Remember that the poem said, ‘It once was one, but now it’s three’? My flag must be in three pieces.”

  “Oh, no!” Kirsty exclaimed in horror. “You mean the flag has been ruined? What will we do now?”

  “Don’t worry,” Willow replied quickly. “As long as we find all three pieces, I can make the flag as good as new with my fairy magic.”

  The three friends stared longingly at the piece of flag lying with the other fabrics. The woman running the table saw them looking and smiled.

  “That’s a pretty fabric, isn’t it?” she remarked.

  Rachel nodded as an idea popped into her head. “Do you think I could have it for a project I’m doing?” she asked. “I’ll pay for it.”

  “Of course you can have it, my dear,” the woman replied. “I think we have some more pieces of that same cloth somewhere, too.” She turned away and began hunting around the table.

  Kirsty and Rachel glanced at each other in delight. Were they really going to get all three pieces of Willow’s flag back all at once? But to the girls’ disappointment, the woman returned empty-handed.

  “I’m sorry,” she said, frowning. “I had a large piece that I cut up earlier today. But I can’t find the other pieces.” She picked up the one piece of the flag and handed it to Rachel. “We haven’t used any in the quilt yet, so I don’t know where the other pieces have gone.”

  “Thank you,” Rachel said gratefully, tucking the material safely into her pocket. Then she turned back to Kirsty, looking anxious. “Where are we going to look for the other pieces?” she asked quietly.

  Kirsty was staring at the floor. “It’s OK,” she told Rachel. “The glitter trail keeps going. Look!”

  “Oh, good!” Rachel said with a sigh of relief.

  “Let’s go!” Willow added.

  The friends eagerly began following the sparkly glitter trail again. Along with the glitter, they saw broken crayons, beads, and embroidery string. This time, the trail led them to the origami table, where people were learning how to fold paper into colorful fish, flowers, and birds.

  “Kirsty, the glitter trail goes under the tablecloth!” Rachel whispered.

  “Do you think the trail continues under there?” Kirsty asked.

  Rachel lifted a corner of the tablecloth to check. To her surprise, she saw four big green feet hurrying by. Goblins!

  Cautiously, she lifted the tablecloth a little further and peered at the two goblins. They were carrying huge piles of cloth, paper, and glue in their arms. Luckily, they were too busy muttering gleefully to each other to notice Rachel. The goblins hurried along under the row of tables, completely hidden by the long tablecloths.

  “There are goblins under the tables!” Rachel whispered. Kirsty’s eyes opened wide, and Willow, who was peeking out of Rachel’s pocket, gasped in surprise.

  “I bet they’re up to no good!” Kirsty said.

  “They’re probably looking for the Wednesday flag!” Willow added. “Maybe they have some of the missing pieces.”

  “We’d better follow them,” suggested Kirsty. “But we’ll have to be fairy-sized to do that.”

  Rachel glanced around. “There are too many people here,” she said. “Someone might see us!”

  “Look,” Willow whispered, pointing her wand at a dressmaking booth. “There’s a screen there for trying on clothes.”

  “Perfect!” Kirsty exclaimed. She and Rachel hurried over and slipped behind the screen when no one was looking.

  Willow immediately flew out of Rachel’s pocket and showered the girls with sparkling fairy dust. In the twinkling of an eye, Rachel and Kirsty were tiny fairies with shining wings.

  “Now we must fly low,” Willow warned, “and get underneath the closest table as fast as we can!”

  The girls followed Willow as she fluttered out from behind the screen, and dodged the legs of people clustered at the sewing table. Finally, they darted safely under the tablecloth and out of sight.

  “This way,” Rachel said, pointing in the direction the goblins had gone.

  They flew along slowly underneath the square of tables, careful to avoid the boxes and bags that were stored there.

  “I can hear giggling,” Kirsty whispered.

  Willow nodded. “That’s a goblin giggle,” she said confidently. She motioned to the girls and they flew behind a large plastic storage box. Then they all peeked out carefully from behind it.

  The goblins were sitting underneath the next table. They had collected all sorts of materials and were sticking them onto a big piece of cardboard. Willow and the girls could see buttons, beads, wool, pieces of fabric, and colorful paper scattered around them.

  “The goblins are making a collage!” Willow murmured.

  The goblins were having a blast as they rummaged through their craft supplies. They chattered happily and tossed things aside that they didn’t want to use. Buttons, beads, and colored paper went flying. One of the goblins tossed a piece of pink and silver paper, which landed on the floor at Kirsty’s feet. She could see that it was a beautiful butterfly from the origami table.

  “Look!” Rachel gasped, her voice full of excitement. She was pointing at the goblin’s pile of supplies. “I can see another piece of Willow’s Wednesday flag!”

  Kirsty and Willow looked and saw the piece of sparkly gold material among the goblins’ things.

  “That’s why the goblins are having so much fun!” Willow said.

  Rachel frowned. “If they knew they had part of the flag, wouldn’t they be taking better care of it?” she said thoughtfully.

  “You’re right!” Willow agreed. “Which can only mean that the goblins are so silly, they don’t realize they have part of my flag! Maybe we can get it back before they notice.”

  “We need to lure the goblins away so we can grab it,” Kirsty said. She glanced down at the origami butterfly at her feet. “I have an idea!”

  Quickly, Kirsty whispered her plan to Willow. The fairy smiled and raised her wand, sending a few sparkles of fairy magic drifting down onto the delicate paper butterfly.

  Kirsty and Rachel watched as the butterfly began to beat its pink and silver wings. Then it fluttered up into the air and danced gracefully toward the goblins.

  The first goblin glanced up as the butterfly came closer. His eyes opened wide, and he nudged the other goblin in the ribs.

  “Look, a butterfly!” he said.

  The second goblin looked up and noticed the butterfly, too. “Oh yes,” he agreed. “Look at its shiny wings!”

  Losing interest in the collage, both goblins jumped to their feet and rushed after the butterfly as it flew by.

  “Come on!” Willow whispered.

  The friends hurried over to the pile of beads and buttons. Willow waved her wand above the piece of flag, and it immediately shrank so that Rachel could tuck it into her pocket.

  “Now we have two pieces!” Rachel said happily.

  The goblins hadn’t noticed the girls. They were still too busy trying to catch the butterfly.

  “Where did you come from, butterfly?” the first goblin asked, reaching for it. This time he caught it, but as soon as he touched it, Willow’s magic disappeared and the butterfly became a piece of paper again.

  Willow and the girls couldn’t help laughing at the confused look on both goblins’ faces.

  “You broke it!” the second goblin
wailed, while the first goblin unfolded the paper, scratching his head as he tried to figure out what had made it fly.

  “What now?” asked Kirsty.

  “Look,” Willow said, pointing at the floor. “There’s more of the glitter trail!”

  The girls and Willow flew on, following the trail. It led them around a corner, and suddenly, there were two more goblins in front of them! They marched along happily, chatting and chuckling. One of them was holding the last piece of the Wednesday flag in his hand!

  In a flash, the friends dove behind a large bag and peeked out to see what the goblins were up to.

  “Well, we have one piece of the flag, but what about the rest of it?” the first goblin was saying.

  “The others are too busy having fun to look for the missing pieces,” the second goblin giggled.

  “We’d better go and remind them,” the first goblin said. Then he grinned. “We’ll sneak up behind them and shout, BOO! That will scare them out of their skins!”

  “Oh, good idea,” the second goblin agreed, roaring with laughter.

  “That piece of my flag means they’re full of fun!” Willow whispered, as she and the girls watched the goblins heading off to find their friends. “We have to get that last piece back!”

  Rachel and Kirsty thought hard.

  Suddenly, Rachel’s face lit up. “Maybe we can distract those two goblins by helping them have some more fun,” she said. “I saw a big tub of clay underneath the sculpture table when we flew by. If we can get the goblins to try making hand impressions, they’ll have to put the flag down.”