Tinker Bell and the Great Fairy Rescue by Disney Book Group Page A

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    Cheese was as happy to see Tink as she was to see him. He pressed his soft pink nose against her cheek. Tink returned his kiss with a hug. “Hiya, Cheese. Did you have a nice flight?”
    Cheese squeaked happily and scurried away. Next out of the carrier came Blaze the firefly. He woozily wobbled onto the grass, his little face looking green.
    “Aw, Blaze,” said Tink, her voice full of sympathy. “Did you get airsick?”
    Blaze’s buzz was affirmative.
    Tink wanted to make sure Blaze was okay before she did more exploring with Terence. When she saw the firefly happily eating some fruit, she knew it was safe to leave him.
    Tinker Bell was excited to be on the mainland, but she was also surprised there weren’t more fairies around. “Tink, fairy camp isn’t out here,” Terence explained. He walked over to a large patch of undergrowth beneath a massive oak tree. He pulled a leafy curtain aside and Tinker Bell gasped.
    Everywhere Tinker Bell looked, she saw fairies in motion.
    “Wow! It’s like all of Pixie Hollow under one tree,” she marveled.
    Terence nodded proudly, clearly enjoying his role as tour guide. “Summer’s our busiest season. That’s why we have this base camp, so we can go out every day to bring summer to life.”
    As they walked through the camp, Terence handed out sacks. “Ready for your pixie dust?” he asked a passing fairy. She nodded and he handed her a sack. “Here you go.”
    Tinker Bell was surprised at Terence’s generous rationing of the precious pixie dust. Back in Pixie Hollow, where they lived, each fairy got one teacup of fairy dust a day. Not a speck less, and not a speck more.
    But here, clearly, the fairies who traveled away from base camp, or who needed to transport things, received an extra supply.
    Terence and Tink passed a bee fairy using a spinning gadget to paint stripes on the bees. The bees were lined up and moving quickly through the bee striping assembly line.
    “How’s the bee striper working? Need any tweaks?” she asked the bee fairy. Tink was itching to be a part of the action.
    The bee fairy shook her head. “It’s working fine, Tink. Thanks.”
    Tink spotted a couple of garden fairies shuttling flower bulbs in a pedal wagon that the tinkers had devised. One of the bulbs jumped out of the wagon and made a run for it.
    A garden fairy hurried after it. “Hey! Come back here,” she laughed.
    “Does your bulbmobile need a tune-up?” Tink asked.
    “Nope!” the garden fairy answered. “It’s running great.”
    Tinker Bell kicked the ground and blew her bangs up in frustration.
    Terence laughed. “Tink! Everyone just got here,” he explained to his friend. “So nothing’s broken yet.”
    “I just can’t wait to start tinkering.”
    “Don’t worry, Tink. You’ll find something to fix.” He put a hand on her shoulder. “All right! I’ve got to take pixie dust to the other fairy camps. I’ll see you in a couple of days.” He started away, then stopped. “Oh, I almost forgot! Here you go, Tink.” He tossed her a bag of pixie dust and flew away.
    Tinker Bell caught the bag and watched him go. She couldn’t help wishing he didn’t have to hurry off. In all the hustle and bustle, she felt a bit lost—unsure how or where to begin.
    She wandered away to where Fawn and the other girls were already occupied with camp chores. No one appeared to need any help. “Well,” Tink said finally, “if there’s nothing to fix, I’m going to go look for Lost Things.” And off she went.
    Lost Things were items from the human world. They were called Lost Things because fairies only found them when humans lost them.
    Tinker Bell was fascinated with Lost Things. They were mysterious and odd. And they gave her lots of good ideas.
    Though sometimes, Tinker Bell had to admit, what seemed like a good idea to her didn’t seem like a good idea to others.

Poof! A gust of wind blew in, and there stood Vidia, the fastest of the fast-flying