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  With special thanks to Thea Bennett

  CHAPTER ONE

  The Talking Bud

  Spring had come to Misty Wood. The early morning sun could see lots of baby plants starting to grow on the ground below as he rose through the bright blue sky. With a warm smile, the sun reached out his beams to help the plants push through the soil.

  High among the trees, there was a flash of silver. It was a little bunny! She had soft silver-gray fur, violet eyes that sparkled like jewels … and a pair of golden fairy wings. Her name was Bella, and she was a Bud Bunny—one of the fairy animals who lived in Misty Wood. As she flitted through the trees, she sang a song about the special job she was going to do—open the beautiful spring flowers.

  Shine on, shine on, big, bright sun!

  I’m on my way to have some fun.

  I’ll be spending happy hours

  Turning buds into flowers!

  Suddenly, Bella felt something trickle down her fur. Droplets of rain had started to fall. Pitter-patter went the raindrops as they bounced on the leaves. Bella smiled as the water tickled her nose. She liked the rain just as much as she liked the sun—it helped the flowers to grow, too!

  Bella twitched her velvety nose. The leaves and the earth and the new plants smelled lovely in the rain. Everything was green and fresh.

  Misty Wood will be even more beautiful when I’ve done my job! Bella thought. She twirled her wings and did a happy somersault. Soon there’ll be lovely flowers everywhere!

  Just as quickly as it had begun, the rain stopped and the sun was shining again.

  “No time to lose,” Bella told herself. “I must hurry to Bluebell Glade. There are hundreds of bluebells there, just waiting for me to open them.”

  She darted off through the trees, singing more of her song.

  Little buds just wait for me.

  I’ll come soon to help you be

  Pretty flowers fresh and bright,

  Blue and yellow, pink and white.

  “Hello, Bella!”

  Bella spun around at the sound of her name. Carla, a Cobweb Kitten, was flying along behind her. Her wings sparkled in the sunlight as she hurried to catch up.

  Carla was Bella’s best friend. She had white fur the same color as the mist that gathered under the trees—and beautiful spots that looked like chocolate chips.

  Carla flew up, and the two friends touched noses to say hello.

  “I can’t stop. I must get to Bluebell Glade,” Bella explained. Then she noticed the little basket Carla was carrying, made from tightly woven flower stems. “Your basket looks heavy today, Carla.”

  “It’s full to the brim with dewdrops,” Carla replied proudly.

  Just like the Bud Bunnies, the Cobweb Kittens had an important job to do in Misty Wood. Every day, the Cobweb Kittens gathered dewdrops and hung them on cobwebs so they glittered in the sunlight.

  Suddenly, Bella’s ears quivered. She could hear a buzzing noise.

  Bzzzzzzzz. Bzzzzzzzzzzz.

  “What’s that?” Bella said, spinning around.

  “Look!” Carla cried.

  Bella turned to see what Carla had spotted. A cloud of tiny wings glinted in the sunshine. Hundreds of insects were flying toward them.

  A small blue June bug bumped into Bella’s nose.

  “Oops, sorry!” the June bug squeaked before whizzing on.

  Then a swarm of striped hoverflies buzzed by.

  “Hey, where are you going?” called Carla.

  “Zzzzz. Musssst dassshhhh!” the hoverflies replied, following the June bug.

  “I’ve never seen so many insects,” Bella told Carla. “I wonder what’s going on.”

  A big yellow butterfly fluttered up to them.

  “Hello, Mr. Butterfly,” Bella said. “Where are you all going?”

  “Today is the Misty Wood Insect Sports Day,” he said. “I’m the chief steward!” He twirled his long antennae grandly.

  “Wow!” Bella gasped.

  “Insect Sports Day! How could we have forgotten?” said Carla. “It happens every year on Heather Hill.”

  “Do come along. Everyone’s welcome,” the friendly butterfly said before whooshing after the hoverflies.

  “Oh, I wish we could go,” Carla sighed. “Watching the insects race must be so much fun!”

  “I know!” said Bella. “Maybe we can, if we’re really quick with our cobwebs and flower buds.”

  “Great idea!” Carla exclaimed. “I’d better start hanging up these dewdrops, then. Bye, Bella. See you later at Heather Hill.” Carla rubbed noses with her friend and flew off toward the edge of the wood, where the cobwebs were waiting for their dewdrops.

  “Bye!” Bella called after her. Then she set off toward Bluebell Glade, humming her happy song.

  When Bella reached the glade, she swooped down and landed among the bluebells. Each one had lots of tight green buds just waiting to be opened. Bella’s nose tingled with excitement. When she finished her work, the glade would be a sea of blue, and the sweet smell of the flowers would drift all through Misty Wood.

  She hopped over to a bluebell stem and twitched her nose against the biggest bud. Very slowly, the petals began to unfurl. Bella hopped back and watched, her whiskers quivering in delight. This was her favorite part of her job. It was like watching a beautiful present unwrap itself. She held her breath, and a pretty blue flower, the same shape as a fairy’s cap, burst out.

  Bella sang happily as she hopped and bounced her way over to another bud.

  A hippity-hop and a hoppity-hip.

  Opening flowers makes me skip!

  Soon she had opened dozens of bluebells. They tinkled like bells in the breeze, and the glade was filled with their sweet scent.

  Then there was just one flower left to open. Bella hopped over to it eagerly. One more flower and then she could go to Insect Sports Day! But just as she placed her velvety nose next to the bud, something very strange happened.

  “Please don’t!” a voice squeaked.

  Bella hopped back on her heels and stared at the plant in shock. The voice was coming from the flower! In all the time she’d been a Bud Bunny, Bella had never heard a bud speak to her before. What was going on?

  CHAPTER TWO

  A Sad Ladybug

  Bella pricked up her ears and listened. Everything was quiet. Maybe she’d imagined the voice.

  “After all, buds can’t talk, or can they?” she said to herself.

  She hopped up close to the bluebell again. She was about to touch her nose to the bud when—

  “Didn’t you hear what I said?” the bud squeaked. “Please, please leave me alone!”

  Bella jumped back in surprise. She definitely hadn’t imagined the voice this time.

  “Don’t open me,” the flower pleaded. Its voice was quivery now—as if it was about to cry.

  “Why ever not?” Bella asked.

  The bud went quiet again.


  Bella leaned in close. “Don’t you want to be a pretty flower?” she whispered.

  The bud made a noise that sounded like a sigh. Then it said, in a teeny-tiny voice, “Well … the thing is…”

  “I can’t hear you,” Bella said.

  The voice spoke again, a bit louder now. “The thing is … you see … I like being a bud. I don’t want to change.”

  Bella’s ears shot up and her eyes opened wide. She couldn’t believe what the flower was saying. “Don’t be silly!” she said. “You’ll be a beautiful bluebell!”

  “No!” squeaked the bud.

  But Bella’s nose was already twitching. The bud was probably just shy. Once Bella had opened it, and the flower saw how lovely it looked, it would soon change its mind. She pressed her nose against the bud and wiggled it.

  One by one, the shiny blue petals unpeeled to reveal the biggest, brightest bluebell in the whole glade.

  “There, see. You’re beautiful!” Bella cried, clapping her silky paws.

  “No!” the voice wailed. “I’m not beautiful at all. Look at me!”

  Something flew out of the flower, zoomed toward Bella, and landed on her nose. Bella squinted to see what was there.

  It was a tiny ladybug! She had a tiny frown on her face.

  “Why didn’t you listen to me?” the ladybug whispered. “Why couldn’t you leave me in there?”

  “I’m really sorry.” Bella’s ears flopped down over her face, the way they always did when she felt upset. “I … I thought it was the flower talking.”

  “But flowers don’t talk!” the ladybug exclaimed.

  “I know, but…” Now Bella frowned. “What were you doing hiding inside a bluebell bud?” she asked.

  The ladybug looked sad. “I was hiding from Insect Sports Day.”

  “What? But why?” Bella asked. “Sports Day is fun. I’m going to see it with my friend Carla.”

  The ladybug flew down from Bella’s nose and landed on top of the bluebell in front of her.

  “How can I go when I look like this?”

  Bella stared at the ladybug. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “You look all right to me.”

  The ladybug sighed. “How many spots can you see?”

  Bella peered closely. The little insect was as red and shiny as a juicy apple. Right in the middle of her back was a single black spot.

  “Oh!” Bella said. “You have only one spot.”

  The ladybug’s eyes filled with tears. “Exactly! How can I go to Sports Day with just one spot? I’ll look stupid!”

  “It’s a nice spot,” Bella said.

  The ladybug shook her head. “Proper ladybugs have lots of spots. I’m the only ladybug I know with just one. My family knows I’m different. They love me all the same. I don’t even mind when my friends call me One-Spot. But”—the ladybug stopped to catch her breath—“if I go to Sports Day, all the insects in Misty Wood will see me, and they’ll laugh.” The ladybug’s lip trembled. Her eyes were bright with tears.

  “Don’t be sad,” Bella said.

  “How can I not be sad?” the ladybug replied.

  Bella’s violet eyes lit up. “I know! I’ll help you find some more spots.”

  The ladybug looked confused. “How will you do that?”

  “Hmm. Let me think.” Bella crouched down and leaned her head to one side to help her brain work better. She wiggled her nose—sometimes that helped her think. Suddenly, her whiskers twitched, and she hopped in the air.

  “We need a song! I never do anything without a song.”

  Bella hopped and skipped around the little insect. Then she started to sing, thumping her paws on the ground to keep the rhythm.

  This ladybug needs some spots.

  Hoppity, hoppity, hop!

  We’re going to find lots and lots.

  Hoppity, hoppity, hop!

  Hopping here and hopping there,

  Hopping, bopping everywhere!

  She’ll be happy when she’s got

  LOTS AND LOTS OF SPOTS!

  “How was that?” Bella asked, giving an extra-bouncy hop as she finished singing. But there was no reply.

  The ladybug had vanished!

  CHAPTER THREE

  Wanted: Spots!

  “Don’t worry, I’m up here!” a little voice cried from high in the air.

  Bella peered into the sky.

  The ladybug zoomed down past her nose. “Wheeee!” she squealed, whizzing up again and making a big circle in the air.

  “Wow! Loop-the-loops!” Bella cried, sitting up on her hind legs to watch as the tiny insect whizzed around again.

  “I always do loops when I’m happy,” said the ladybug, swooping down to rest on a bluebell stem. “I’m so excited you’re going to help me. Thank you!”

  “You’re welcome. I’m excited, too! By the way, my name is Bella.”

  “I’m Lexi!” said the ladybug.

  “It’s lovely to meet you, Lexi. Right. Let’s get started,” Bella said.

  “Hurray!” said Lexi, swinging from the bluebell stem, her eyes shining.

  “Now, let me think.” Bella tilted her head and wiggled her nose. “Spots … spots,” she muttered to herself. “Where can we find some spots?”

  Then she jumped up, her long whiskers quivering. “I know! My best friend, Carla, has lots of beautiful spots. Let’s go and ask her where they came from.”

  Lexi didn’t say anything. She looked down at the ground.

  “What’s wrong?” Bella asked.

  “I’m scared.” Lexi’s voice shook as she spoke. “We might bump into some of the insects who are going to Sports Day. They’ll laugh at my one stupid spot, and … oh … it’ll be awful!”

  “Don’t be afraid!” Bella said kindly. “We’ll think of something.” She leaned her head to one side again to think. How could they find Carla without anyone seeing Lexi? One of Bella’s long ears flopped down and touched the ground.

  Bella grinned. She had the answer! “Look, Lexi.” Bella lifted her silky ear with her paw. “You can hide under here.”

  “Ooh, yes!” Lexi flew over and crawled under Bella’s ear. There was lots of room, and as Lexi nestled into Bella’s soft fur, she felt cozy and safe.

  Bella gently flapped her golden fairy wings and floated up into the sunlight. She headed for the edge of Misty Wood, where the cobwebs hung thickly on the tall hedgerows. That was where Carla would be.

  * * *

  Carla looked very surprised when she saw Bella. “I thought you were going to Bluebell Glade,” she said.

  “I was—and I did—but I need to ask you something,” Bella replied, fluttering down to land beside her friend. “Something really important.”

  Carla blinked her big green eyes. She looked puzzled. “All right. Just let me finish this.”

  Bella watched as Carla hung some of her dewdrops on a cobweb that stretched along the top of the hedge. The dewdrops shone and sparkled, and the spider silk glittered like a diamond necklace.

  “What’s happening?” Lexi whispered. “I can’t see.” She started wriggling about under Bella’s ear.

  “Shh!” Bella whispered. “And keep still. You’re tickling me!”

  Carla glanced around. “I’m not tickling you,” she said, looking confused. “How can I be tickling you when I’m over here hanging up my dewdrops?”

  Bella frowned. “No, not you. I … I meant my nose was tickling me. I think I need to sneeze.” She rubbed her nose with her front paws.

  “Are you okay?” Carla’s big eyes widened with concern.

  “I’m fine. Look.” Bella hopped and skipped a couple of steps, just to prove it.

  Carla placed her basket on the mossy ground. “So, what did you want to ask me?”

  “Well, we … I mean … I was wondering, where did you get your spots?” Bella asked.

  “My spots?” Carla looked down at the chocolate-colored markings on her snowy white fur.

  “Yes. They’re so lovely. Where did they com
e from?” Bella said.

  “I’ve always had them, ever since I was a tiny kitten,” Carla replied. “I’ve no idea where they came from.”

  Bella heard Lexi sigh under her ear.

  “Don’t worry,” Bella whispered to Lexi. “We’ll find someone in Misty Wood who can help.”

  “Help with what?” Carla stared at Bella.

  “Oh, nothing! Thank you for trying, Carla. See you soon!” Bella hopped away along the hedgerow.

  “Bye!” called Carla, still looking confused. “See you later, at Insect Sports Day!”

  Bella patted her ear to check that Lexi was safely tucked away. Then, with a rustle and a shimmer of her golden wings, she took off and soared toward the middle of Misty Wood.

  Honeydew Meadow spread out below them. Bella could see some golden Pollen Puppies darting about like sunbeams as they did their special job: spreading the pollen to make the flowers grow. But not one of the puppies had any spots.

  Next, Bella flew toward Dandelion Dell. In the clearing next to the dell, she caught sight of something moving. It was a graceful Dream Deer with long legs and huge eyes. His smooth brown coat and gauzy wings were dappled all over with silvery spots.

  “I think I’ve found someone!” Bella cried. “Hang on tight, Lexi!”

  Bella fluttered down to where the deer was nibbling on the sweet spring grass. Surely if anyone could help Lexi, it would be a Dream Deer.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Daydreaming

  The Dream Deer lifted his nose from the grass and gazed at Bella with kind brown eyes.

  “Are you searching for a dream, little bunny?” he asked Bella.

  Like all the fairy animals in Misty Wood, the Dream Deer had their own special job. When the other animals were sleeping, the deer brought them happy dreams.

  Bella yawned. The deer’s voice was so soft and gentle it made her feel like taking a nap. She flopped down on the grass.

  “Oh, dear,” she said. “I think I’m falling asleep.”

  “No!” Lexi cried in her ear.