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Out of Red Paint
Normally, Bess made her paints in small
batches. But she'd spent far more time collecting the currants than
she'd planned. If she was ever going to get all those fairies their
portraits, she'd have to start speeding things up--a lot! That meant
making lots of paint.
Bess kicked off her shoes and rolled up
her spider-silk leggings. Then, ever so carefully, she climbed into the
shell.
"Oops!" Bess slipped and almost fell. She
caught herself on the shell.
POP! Squish! The pulpy fruit burst
out of its skin and oozed coolly between her toes. Bess stomped around
in the bowl. Her feet moving faster and faster.
She
tried her best to keep her wings high and dry. But she could tell they
were growing heavy with juice. No matter, she thought. They'll
have plenty of time to dry while I paint. She looked down at the
ruby red juice in the shell. Her heart filled with joy. Without thinking
about it, she began to sing. . . .
"Oh, fairy, fairy, fly with me--"
"Bess? What are you doing?"
The voice behind Bess took her by
surprise. She wavered, and her foot slipped.
Splash!
Bess fell face-first into the sticky red
currant mash. |