Last Monday, just after Sheila closed the door of the shop for the night, Tink and her friends were woken by the buzzing of a bumble bee at the window. She was desperately trying to find her way out and back to her little ones who were snuggled beneath the crumbling shed in the back garden. The more she struggled to find a way through the clear, solid surface which barred her way to the street, the more exhausted she became until she finally dropped to a limp pile on the floor of the shop window display.
Tink hurried over to help and offered, ‘I’m so sorry to see that you’ve got stuck in the shop. Please let me get you a sip of water and, once you get your breath back, I’ll show you the way out. My name’s Tink. What’s yours?’ ‘Bee-trix, my name’s … Bee-trix. I didn’t mean to get stuck in the shop. It’s just that I got carried away looking at all the wonderful colours that you have and, by the time I realised that your human was leaving it was too late.’ ‘Please don’t worry,’ replied Tink, ‘ My friends and I will have you back home quicker than you can flutter your wings.’ With that, Tink called to Arthur who was tidying up the back of the shop to bring some water for Bee-trix. He dutifully arrived and presented her with a small thimble full to the brim of delicious fairy dew which Bee-trix quickly lapped up.
‘Now that you’ve had a drink Bee-trix,’ said Tink, ‘Let’s get you home to your children’ She led Bee-trix over to the fairy circle and explained,’ all that you have to do is stand in the middle of the circle, picture your children in your mind and then make a wish. But before you go let me give you a hug to send you on your way.’ Bee-trix and Tink embraced as friends and, in a puff of fairy dust, Bee-trix was home leaving Tink to carry on with her work of decorating all the beautiful gifts for the next day at the shop.