to be back with her family. They must be so worried about her by now! And poor Bimi – she probably thought it was all her fault for not stopping the human from taking Twink in the first place.
Don’t worry, everyone, thought Twink. I’ll be home soon!
Just before she drifted off, her thoughts wandered back to the Christmas tree sparkling downstairs. Who would have thought that humans would treat the trees they chopped down so lovingly, and decorate them so beautifully? Twink snuggled drowsily into the mitten. It was such a mystery . . . and the more Lindsay tried to explain, the more puzzling the whole thing became.
‘You’re still here!’ hissed an excited voice.
‘Oh!’ Twink jolted awake as she saw Lindsay staring in at her, a huge grin on her face. Yawning, Twink crawled out of the mitten and stretched her wings. ‘Of course I’m still here,’ she said tetchily. ‘I’m stuck, remember?’
Lindsay looked embarrassed. ‘I know – I just thought maybe I’d dreamed you. Here, do you want some breakfast?’ She offered Twink another bit of chocolate.
Wishing that she had a thistle comb to groom her long pink hair, Twink accepted, sitting on the doll’s house floor to eat. Never mind – her hair wouldn’t stay tidy for long anyway if she was going to be riding a bird!
Twink’s heart quickened at the thought. ‘What time is it?’ she asked, licking the last bit of chocolate from her fingers.
‘Six o’clock,’ said Lindsay, her eyes shining with excitement. ‘It’s still dark outside!’
A few minutes later Lindsay and Twink were sneaking down the stairs, Lindsay tiptoeing slowly while Twink flitted by her side. Lindsay eased open the downstairs door, and the two of them slipped into the lounge.
‘Shh, Clarence. Be quiet!’ whispered Lindsay as the black dog came trotting over. Twink stiffened as he caught sight of her. Oh no! He’d start barking and wake up Lindsay’s parents!
But Lindsay grabbed Clarence by the collar and looked him in the eye. ‘Twink is a friend ,’ she said sternly. ‘Do you understand, Clarence? She’s a friend , so you’re not to bark at her!’
Fairy and dog stared doubtfully at each other. Twink put on a friendly smile. She thought the dog didn’t seem at all convinced, but then the tip of his tail wagged.
‘See, he likes you,’ said Lindsay.
Twink grinned. Flitting forward, she stroked the dog’s silky ear. ‘Good dog,’ she said – and then shrieked as he turned and licked her! ‘Oh!’ she gasped, gazing down at her rose-petal dress. She was drenched!
Lindsay burst into giggles. ‘He really likes you!’
She took Twink into the kitchen, and ran something called a ‘tap’ for her so that Twink could wash in the warm water. Afterwards, Twink dried herself on a cloth that Lindsay said was used for dishes.
‘The birds should be up by now,’ said Twink. She could just see the first rays of the sun shining through the window.
Lindsay nodded. ‘Come on!’
She led the way into what she called a ‘conservatory’. Twink’s heart lifted as she spotted the garden beyond. She’d been starting to think there was no greenery at all in Lindsay’s world, but here it was: the rectangular space was filled with grass and flower beds, and even a birch tree!
‘There’s Mum’s bird feeder,’ said Lindsay, pointing. The stand in the centre of the garden had a feeding-station on its top. Already dozens of birds were squabbling over its seeds, flapping and fluttering.
‘You stay here,’ whispered Twink. ‘They’ll fly away if they see you.’ Suddenly she realised that this was farewell. She hovered uncertainly. ‘Well – goodbye, Lindsay. Thank you for everything.’
‘That’s OK,’ said Lindsay, struggling to smile. ‘Goodbye, Twink – I’ll never forget you.’ She cracked open the conservatory door. Taking a deep breath, Twink flew outside.
Chapter Six
There were all sorts of birds gathered around the feeder, from magpies and