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firefly. She’d been worried that he had been eaten by the bat. Judging by this guy’s appetite, though, it was probably the bat who should have been worried!
    Tink picked the firefly up and set him outside her now-empty food bag. “Out! Shoo! Go find your friends.” She gave him a little push, but the firefly fluttered at the edge of the basket.
    “Stop following me. I’m on a very important mission. I have two days to find the magic mirror and wish the moonstone back.”
    The firefly saluted, as if to offer his services.
    “No,” Tinker Bell said. “I don’t need any help.” She turned her back and studied the map.
    The firefly refused to be ignored. He hovered beside her, inching closer and closer until his glowing behind was right between her face and the map. Tink sighed. Now what?
    Her eye rested on a stick. Aha! She grabbed the stick and shook it teasingly. “Hey, look. Look, little guy. Now, fetch!” Tink tossed the stick out into the night. The firefly took off after it, his bright light disappearing into the dark sky.
    Tink smiled and turned back to her map. “Ahh!” she yelled again. The firefly was already back with the stick. She tried to tug it away from him, but he held on. “Will you please get out of here?” she begged.
    Without warning, the firefly let go of the stick. Tink tumbled backward, windmilling her arms to keep her balance. The stick caught the pouch of precious pixie dust and sent it flying overboard.
    “No!” Tink yelled. She jumped out of the basket and dove after it. Down, down, down she went, spinning and buzzing. Finally, she was able to grab the bag, slow her descent, and fly back. Once inside the basket, she glared at the firefly. It was like having another Terence around. She put her hands on her hips. “Out!” She pointed away from the balloon.
    The firefly’s wings drooped. His face fell. Sadly, he walked along the edge of the gourd basket as if he were walking a plank. He looked back over his shoulder at Tink.
    Tink crossed her arms. She was determined not to cave in.
    The firefly resumed his walk, wiggled his glowing backside, and then jumped.
    Tink hurried to the edge and looked out in every direction to make sure he was gone. He was. Good. Now maybe she could figure out where she was. She picked up the map and squinted at it. Boy, without the little firefly around, things sure were a whole lot darker.
    Suddenly, the map began to glow. Was it magic? No! It was the firefly. Tink lowered the map and found herself looking into the bug’s pleading eyes.
    “Ohhhhhh, all right,” she said. “You can stay. For now.”
    He bounced around her like a happy puppy—capering, careening, and licking her face. Once he calmed down, Tinker Bell adjusted his position as if he were a lamp. “Just do me a favor. Stay riiiight here. If my bearings are accurate, we should see land soon.”
    If they were going to be traveling companions, Tinker Bell decided, they needed to introduce themselves. “I’m Tinker Bell. What’s your name?”
    The firefly blazed his light brighter. “Blinky? Flicker?” she guessed.
    The firefly didn’t look pleased.
    “Flash? Beam?” Still no enthusiasm. “Flare?”
    Now the little firefly looked downright cross.
    “Well, how in the blazing bellows am I supposed to guess your name if—” Suddenly, the firefly perked up and quickly circled around Tink’s head. She realized she was close.
    “That’s it! You’re Blaze. Hmmm. Kind of a tough-guy name. Are you a tough guy?”
    Blaze struck a pose with his dukes up. But he didn’t look the least bit fierce. He looked as cute as … well … a baby firefly. Tinker Bell chuckled. “Okay, don’t hurt yourself, tough guy.”
    Blaze dropped his fists and smiled happily, his little taillight glowing with happiness.

T he next day, back in Pixie Hollow, the woods were abuzz with preparations for the revelry. Fairy Mary flew from one workplace to the next, her checklist in hand. So much to do. So