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The Queen Speaks During
Dinner
"Well," the queen said, "I am sure we'll
have no problem getting volunteers to help with the butterfly herding
until they are able to return to work. Would anyone like to pitch in?"
She looked around hopefully.
An uncomfortable silence filled the
tearoom. Some fairies studied their forks. Others examined their dinner
plates very closely. No one would look up.
"No volunteers," said the queen. "This is
indeed a problem. What are we to do?"
"I know!" said a voice. "There is a fairy
who would be happy to help out. She loves butterflies."
The room began to buzz once more.
Everyone wondered who the butterfly-loving fairy could be.
Prilla sank into her chair until her head
was barely level with the table. She has completely forgotten about her
butterfly lie.
"And who is this fairy?" Queen Clarion
asked.
"It's Prilla!" said Nettle. "She told me
she likes butterflies even better than caterpillars!"
Prilla stared at the tablecloth. Her glow
turned orange as she blushed. She felt every fairy in the tearoom
peering at her curiously.
Even the queen looked surprised. "Is this
true, Prilla?"
Without looking up, Prilla spoke. "Yes,
it's true," she said miserably. "I did tell Nettle that."
When Prilla raised her head, she found
herself looking right at Vidia, who was directly across the room. Vidia
rolled her eyes and shook her head. Prilla could just imagine what she
was thinking--that that silly little fairy had gone and done it again! |