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giant moon. ‘No way!’ he chortled. ‘You’re the ninth fairy in my collection. You look different from the others, though,’ he added. Carrying her over to the night light, his eyes widened. ‘Wow, you’ve got pink hair!’
    â€˜You horrid, horrid boy!’ yelled Twink. She kicked the side of the jar as hard as she could. ‘I thought you were nice !’
    Timmy sniggered. ‘Yeah, the note’s ace, isn’t it? Lures you lot in every time!’ Taking a pair of scissors from his desk, he neatly snipped off the thread that still hung outside the jar. Twink struggled to stay upright as he carried her across the room.
    â€˜Where are you taking me?’ she cried. ‘Put me down !’
    Timmy ignored her as he opened his wardrobe door. Climbing up on to a chair, he moved a shoebox on a shelf, shoved Twink’s jar behind it, and then put the shoebox back into place.
    â€˜Stop!’ shouted Twink, banging on the glass. ‘What are you doing? You can’t just leave me here.’
    â€˜Welcome to your new home,’ sang Timmy. His voice was fading slightly, and she realised he was climbing down from the chair again. ‘You’ll love it, I promise. Just like all the others!’
    The wardrobe door shut with a click . . . and the world went black around her. ‘Wait!’ screeched Twink, banging the glass with her fist. ‘Wait!’
    There was no response. Distantly, Twink heard Timmy get back into bed . . . and then a few minutes later came the sound of his snores. The horrible little boy had actually gone to sleep!
    Defeated, Twink sank back on to her haunches. What on earth was she going to do now? She was trapped in here, alone in the dark.
    All at once she straightened as hope tingled through her. What was it that Timmy had said? Something about ‘the others’ – and that she was the ‘ninth fairy in his collection’! Could it be that she wasn’t by herself after all?
    â€˜Is – is anybody there?’ Twink whispered hesitantly.
    â€˜Yes,’ answered a gloomy female voice.
    Twink let out a relieved breath. Though she wouldn’t have wished for anyone else to be trapped like she had been, she wasn’t sorry to have some company in here! ‘Are there really eight of you, like he said?’ she asked.
    â€˜I suppose so,’ said the voice. ‘We’ve never bothered to count.’
    Twink’s eyes widened in surprise. How could they not know how many of them had been captured? ‘Well – are you all tooth fairies?’ she pressed.
    â€˜Yes,’ came the reply. ‘Aren’t you ?’
    Twink sighed, and sat down on the hard glass floor. She didn’t really want to talk about it very much – she felt silly enough already. ‘No, I was just doing someone a favour,’ she said. ‘Anyway, I’m Twink. What’s your name?’
    â€˜Midnight,’ said the other fairy. ‘It’s nice that you’ve come,’ she added politely. ‘We were all getting very bored, just talking to each other. Do you know any good stories?’
    Twink felt her jaw drop. Midnight spoke as if she planned on spending the rest of her life here! ‘No, I don’t,’ she snapped. ‘Midnight, what about escaping ? What have you and the other fairies tried?’
    â€˜Escaping?’ echoed the other fairy. ‘Oh. Well, it’s difficult, you see – the lids are always screwed on so tightly. But at least we have air holes. And Timmy brings us food every day. I suppose it’s not so bad here . . .’
    As Twink’s eyes adjusted to the darkness, she could just make out another jar beside hers. She stared at it in disbelief. ‘Not so bad?’ she repeated. ‘Are you mad? It’s awful ! What does he want with us, anyway?’
    â€˜I don’t know. I think he just likes collecting things,’ said