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Fira looked at the sun.
"It's getting late. If we don't see a
swan soon, we'll have to turn back."
"Look!" Silvermist cried. She pointed to
the sky. "There are two now."
The swans flew past a nest built on the
bank.
"Come on!" Fira took Silvermist by the
hand. "Let's check there!"
The fairies landed in the nest, which was
made from grass and twigs. They flitted from one end to the other,
searching for a feather.
"No." Silvermist shook her head. "There
aren't any here."
"That's okay." Fira flapped her wings
harder. "We'll follow the swans, like we followed Hem. They're bound to
lose at least one feather!"
Silvermist started to follow Fira. But
something jerked her back. She turned and saw that her dress was snagged
on a twig. She twisted to try to free herself. But the cloth was stuck
tight. Of all the luck!
She heard a flutter of wings behind her.
"Fira!" she called. "Come closer and--"
 Silvermist turned, expecting to see Fira
hovering next to her. Instead, she came face to eyeball with an
enormous, angry black swan.
"Oh!" Silvermist's heart beat fast.
The swan stared at her. Its beak was
inches from her face. Clearly it didn't like having a fairy in its nest.
"Calm down," Silvermist said to herself.
"Swans are beautiful, gentle creatures."
But this swan was huge and seemed
menacing. Silvermist's heart was racing now. She grabbed her dress and
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