Tomorrow came and the fairies went out into the gardens as usual. It was a lovely evening. The moon was high and bright, and the stars flashed and twinkled. Ferne, Button and Grenfell had just finished rounding up some
errant ladybirds and given the raspberries a cheering up when the sun began to make its dawn appearance.
The fairies took themselves off quickly and hid once more behind a comfrey plant and watched quietly
for the humans of the house to do their thing. But it did not happen the way it had before. This day seemed to be a different day, with a different routine, unlike the fairies’ days that were always the same, no matter what.