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    She watched with approval as Cheese the mouse trotted along, pulling a cart filled with lanterns. Iridessa fluttered above. They worked efficiently as a team, hanging the lanterns among the trees.
    “That’s it, keep them coming,” Iridessa urged.
    Cheese snatched a lantern with his tail and flung it into the air. Iridessa skillfully caught it and hung it from a branch. “Got it. Next.”
    “Iridessa, how are those lanterns holding out?” Fairy Mary called.
    Her voice distracted Iridessa, and she missed the next lantern as it came flying up. Luckily, the lantern looped around and hooked itself onto the branch at the exact right spot.
    “Good shot, Cheese,” Iridessa said. She turned to Fairy Mary. “We’re almost done with the lanterns. Then I’ll get Rosetta some light crystals for the fireworks.”
    Fairy Mary nodded and went to check on Rosetta. The garden fairy sat on the ground, grinding flower petals into pigment with a mortar and pestle. “I can’t wait to mix them with my begonias, gardenias, and … ummmm …” Rosetta wrinkled her forehead and snapped her fingers, trying to remember what the next flower was. Luckily, a sparrow man came flying behind her and was able to supply the answer. “Forget-me-nots,” he said.
    “Forget-me-nots. Right. I keep forgetting those.”
    Clearly, Rosetta had things under control in her department. Fairy Mary turned her attention to Fawn, who was coaching a flock of butterflies on a bush. “Fawn, show me how that twenty-one-butterfly salute is coming along.”
    Fawn turned toward the butterflies. “All right, fellas, when I blow the whistle, you guys go. On your mark, get set—”
    But before Fawn could blow the whistle, the butterflies fluttered away in random directions—all except for one obedient little butterfly who sat at attention, patiently waiting for the signal.
    Fawn blew the whistle and off he went. She sighed. “One down and twenty to go,” she told Fairy Mary.
    Fairy Mary chuckled. “Keep at it,” she said in an encouraging voice. Fairy Mary knew that teaching butterflies wasn’t easy. They tended to be … well … flighty. “Silvermist,” she asked, “what are you working on?”
    “Pollywog bubbles.” Silvermist beckoned Fairy Mary over to observe. The water fairy held a twig bubble-blower over a water barrel. “Okay, guys,” she said. The tadpoles in the barrel began to blow bubbles in unison. All except the smallest one.
    The little tadpole took a big breath and blew. A large bubble surrounded him and he began to float upward. The tadpole stared out from the bubble in surprise and bewilderment. Silvermist reached up and poked the bubble. POP! Then … PLOP! The tadpole fell into her arms. She gently put him back in the barrel. “There you go,” she said with a laugh.
    “Nicely done,” Fairy Mary told her. Then she went to check on the fireworks launcher. She could see Clank and Bobble on the other side of the field, working hard. Good sparrow men, both, she thought. But they often need very close watching . “Is it ready yet?” Fairy Mary called out.
    Clank nodded enthusiastically.
    “Let ’er rip,” Bobble commanded.
    Clank took a big swing at the rope trigger and … BOING!
    “Arghghghghg!” The catapult scooped Bobble up and flung him through the air, where he— SMACK! —collided with a flower, making it fall backward. “I’m okay,” he called out to Fairy Mary.
    But as she watched, the flower sprang forward, sending Bobble flying back. Fairy Mary covered her eyes. She couldn’t watch. But she could hear the CRASH! BANG! BOOM! of Bobble falling right into the jumble of building supplies. “Still okay,” she heard Bobble call out again, though his voice was considerably weaker.
    Fairy Mary let out a sigh. Oh, well, she reflected. Dress rehearsals never go well. Everything would fall into place when the time came. And no matter what happened with the butterflies, tadpoles, or fireworks, at least the