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reading too many fairytales! The tree didn’t have a dryad, I promise.’
    How would you know? thought Twink. Her wings quivered with anger. He probably didn’t even believe in dryads, much less care if he chopped one down!
    ‘It might have,’ insisted Lindsay. ‘Dad, will you take me there? Please?’
    ‘So you can say sorry to a tree stump? No, I don’t think so! You can say sorry to the Christmas tree, if you must. Coffee, Karen?’ Pushing back his chair, he stomped off towards the kitchen. Clarence followed, wagging his tail.
    ‘Lindsay, I think you’ve upset Dad,’ whispered Lindsay’s mother. ‘You know how much he loves bringing the tree home to us every year.’
    ‘I know, but . . .’ Lindsay hesitated. ‘Mum, could you take me? Please? It’s really important!’
    Her mother grimaced. ‘Oh, Lindsay! Maybe later, after the holidays.’
    ‘ When after the holidays?’ pressed Lindsay.
    ‘I don’t know! Sometime. Now just leave it, all right?’ Rising from the table, Lindsay’s mother started stacking the dishes.
    Glumly, Lindsay got to her feet. ‘May I please be excused?’
    Her mother paused. ‘Don’t you want dessert? It’s apple pie.’
    ‘No, thank you,’ said Lindsay. ‘I think I’ll just go up to my room now.’
    ‘Suit yourself!’ sighed Lindsay’s mother, disappearing into the kitchen.
    Twink shot out from the tree, leaving the fairy decoration trembling behind her. As Lindsay left the room, she put on a burst of speed, flitting through the door just before it closed. Lindsay saw her, and gasped.
    ‘Twink! What are you doing here?’ She popped a hand over her mouth, looking over her shoulder. But no sound came from her parents. ‘Come on!’ she hissed, and she galloped up the stairs with Twink flying right behind her.
    ‘I heard everything,’ admitted Twink once they were safely back in Lindsay’s room. Her heart was thudding as she touched down on Lindsay’s bedside table. ‘Oh, Lindsay! Fifty miles – what am I going to do? It’s hopeless!’

Chapter Five
    ‘There must be a way,’ said Lindsay. She bent down so that she could look Twink in the eyes. Her own were round and worried. ‘Don’t give up, Twink! You’ll get home again.’
    ‘ How? ’ demanded Twink. ‘Neither of your parents will drive you!’
    ‘Well, maybe – maybe if you talked to them again, we could convince them you’re a fairy! Then they’d be sure to want to help.’ Lindsay’s face lit up.
    ‘No!’ cried Twink, shooting up in the air. ‘Lindsay, please – promise me you won’t. Your parents will try to swat me if they see me again!’
    Lindsay didn’t look completely convinced, but she nodded. ‘All right, I promise. Don’t worry, Twink, I won’t say a word.’
    Reassured, Twink drifted back down to the bedside table. ‘What will we do, then?’ she asked, rubbing her wings together anxiously. ‘I’ve got to get home, Lindsay; I’ve just got to!’
    Lindsay’s forehead creased. ‘Fairies must have to travel long distances sometimes ,’ she said. ‘What do you do then?’
    Twink considered. ‘Well . . . we usually ride birds for any journey that’s over a mile or two.’
    ‘ Do you?’ breathed Lindsay, clearly enchanted by this information. ‘Well, then, why can’t you do that? My mum’s got a bird feeder in the back garden; we get loads of birds every morning!’
    Twink thought of Sunny, the faithful grey and yellow tit she had ridden in her first term at Glitterwings, and hope prickled through her. ‘Oh, Lindsay, that might work!’ she burst out.
    ‘Great!’ Lindsay jumped up. ‘I’ll set my alarm for really early, and we’ll sneak into the back garden before Mum and Dad wake up.’ Then her face fell. ‘Oh, why am I so excited?’ she wailed. ‘It just means you’ll be leaving!’
    Twink took quickly to the air, brushing a wing against Lindsay’s cheek. ‘Don’t be sad,’ she said warmly. ‘I’ll never forget you, Lindsay. I’ll tell my