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friends!” she yelled, turning her back to him.
    Terence couldn’t believe it. “I guess we’re not,” he whispered.
    “I’m on my own, then,” Tinker Bell said, flying away.
    Terence watched her go, feeling his heart harden again—this time for good. Some friend, he thought. With friends like that, who needs enemies?

    As Tinker Bell flew away, figuring out a way to fix the moonstone was all she could think about. Her heart felt as hard as steel.
    Desperate times called for desperate measures. An idea began forming in her brain. A plan. An invention. A contraption. A way out of this horrible mess that was all Terence’s fault . She sprang into feverish action, flying here and there, gathering everything she would need all over Pixie Hollow.
    By late afternoon, Tink had found cotton from the cotton-ball fields, feathers from reluctant bird donors, the gourd she had made her boat from, and all manner of tools, screws, odds, ends, bits, pieces, and whatnots.
    Then she went to work. Hammering, nailing, sawing, screwing, gluing, measuring, hanging, and hoping.
    By evening, her contraption was complete. Dressed in her adventuring outfit, Tinker Bell stood back and took a moment to admire the balloon and the basket that would carry her north in search of the enchanted mirror.
    She had crafted the balloon out of cotton balls. The hollowed-out gourd formed the basket. Pots and pans hung from the sides to provide ballast. She would drop them as she traveled to make the balloon lighter as the pixie dust began to lose strength.
    She didn’t have much pixie dust, but what she had—combined with the cotton balls, wind, and clever management of her ballast—would have to be enough to lift her into the sky and carry her where she needed to go.
    Tink sprinkled the cotton with a bit of pixie dust, grabbed her provisions, and pulled up the anchor.
    Up went the balloon.
    Up high over Pixie Hollow.
    Up over the hilltops.
    Up, up, up Tinker Bell went.
    And then … away!

A s day turned to night and the sky darkened, Tink relied on her sextant to get her bearings. “I just need to angle the moon with the horizon,” she muttered, mainly to reassure herself that she was perfectly capable of making this trip on her own.
    What difference does it make if it is pitch-black dark? she thought. What difference does it make if I am by myself ? What diff—Oh, no! What is that?
    A glowing mass in the distance was heading straight for her. It was a swarm of fireflies. A swarm of fireflies being pursued by a bat !
    ZOOM! ZIP! WHIZ!
    The swarm swept past Tink like a tiny hurricane of shooting stars. She ducked this way and that. BUMP! A baby firefly smacked right into the rope. Tink moved to help him.
    “Yeow!” She quickly ducked when the bat came swooping over the top of the gourd basket, narrowly missing her.
    Tink slowly lifted her head. The bat was gone. So was the baby firefly. Tink swallowed hard, hoping the firefly had avoided becoming the bat’s dinner. She checked the ropes on her balloon and adjusted her course, dropping a few pots and pans to get a little more lift.
    Once her nerves began to calm, she realized that the flutter in her stomach wasn’t just fear. “I’m starving!” she said in surprise. She leaned over and opened one of her supply bags. It was empty. “My boysenberry rolls! What happened to them?” She reached into another supply bag and heard a growl from inside.
    Alarmed, Tink withdrew her hand. What in the world? She leaned down to see what was in her bag. Suddenly, a light shone in her face, blinding her. “Ahh!” Tink stumbled back as the bag jiggled.
    She grabbed a large stick. Very carefully, she poked the bag and lifted the top. She peered inside and her mouth fell open.
    Inside the bag was the baby firefly. His stomach bulged and he let out a contented burp. Tink picked up the bag and dumped him out, along with a batch of crumbs. “My cheese! My pumpernickel muffin!”
    She glared at the fat little