Selara Mary Leda was having the best day ever. At last it was her
birthday! Mom and Dad—who were the best mom and dad in the whole wide
world—had organized a fabulous birthday party for her with all of her
friends. Balloons, ribbons, prizes in colorful bags. A butterfly piñata
and a butterfly cake with lots of blue frosting. Pinks and purples and
yellows and blues everywhere. It was so beautiful. If only her friends
“When are my friends coming?” Selara asked her mom again. She had
asked lots of times, but they never came.
“Soon dear, very soon now.”
“Okay…” Selara said, pushing a strand of her long, dark hair out
of her eyes. She went to sit under her butterfly piñata in the garden.
And then Selara’s friends came. Soon she had friends everywhere. They
ran. They screamed. They jumped. They laughed.
Selara was on top of the world. It was her day!
Until Johnny Silverton—who was a much smaller 4-year old—decided he
would play with Selara’s plastic sword. He was a pirate—“Har!
Har!”—and he waved the sword and chased the girls.
But this was Selara’s day and Selara’s sword. So she, who was much
bigger and grown-up, ripped the sword from little Johnny’s hands and
decided that she would be the fierce pirate. No—a prince. No—a
Selara screamed and laughed and chased her friends.
Little Johnny screamed and cried great sobbing tears.
Selara’s mom stopped Selara with a frown and told her to share her
toys. “Return that sword to Johnny right now,” she said.
Mom repeated herself.
Selara refused again and turned to walk away.
“If you want cake and presents, Selara Leda, you will give the sword
back right now!”
“OK!” Selara yelled, dropping the sword.
“Thank you, dear,” said Mom.
Selara stomped off, a big wrinkly frown on her pretty, round face. Mom
was no longer the best mom in the whole world. Best-mom wouldn’t have
taken her sword away. But Selara wanted her cake.
After a little while—she played hopscotch very nicely with Margaret
and Luisa—Selara sought out her mom again.
“Can we do cake now?” Selara asked, jumping up and down and batting
her big, green eyes.
“Okay, call your friends.”
“Yes!” Selara shouted. “Time for cake!”
Soon all of Selara Leda’s friends were gathered around the large blue,
butterfly-shaped cake. Butterflies were Selara’s favorite critter.
They were so beautiful.
The bug-shaped candles were lit. Her friends and family sang “Happy
Birthday.” It sounded so awful, she couldn’t help but giggle. And
then it was that moment. Selara closed her eyes and made her wish. With
a little smile, she took a big breath and blew hard on the dancing
flames. It took a couple of tries, but she blew them all out.
“I want vanilla ice cream! Two scoops!” she declared.
Selara Mary Leda was normally a good girl. And she had a very nice fairy
godmother who normally kept an eye on her. But on Selara’s birthday,
her fairy godmother, Misty Meadow, was flying hard. She was eager to see
her family, who lived a long way away. Misty had left her magical fairy
godmother locket behind for her replacement, another fairy, named Burt
Buttles. He was going to be Selara’s substitute fairy godmother while
Misty was gone, which wasn’t supposed to be long.
This was a good thing, because Burt Buttles was not really a fairy
godmother. Technically, he was a wood sprite. He didn’t have a clue
about being a fairy godmother. In fact, Burt was a rather naughty fairy
who had gotten in trouble recently for putting brown in a rainbow.
Imagine, a rainbow with brown in it! It hadn’t even been one of his
better stunts. He had just been bored. Of course, a nosy water fairy had
seen Burt’s rainbow and told on him. Burt’s punishment was to serve
as a substitute godmother fairy. The other fairies thought this would
make Burt act more responsibly. Burt doubted it. They had told him that
if he kept Selara safe until Misty returned—only a few days—he would
be free again. It sounded easy enough to him. So he had put on Misty’s
shiny silver locket with Selara’s hair inside, tucked it under his
shirt, and set off.
It had been easy to find Selara. The locket led him right to her. She
was in the middle of a party. Burt wandered around, bored, and settled
down near the cake, licking frosting every now and again. When Selara
got in trouble for taking a plastic sword from a little boy, Burt had
felt a strange tingle in his fingers. It didn’t seem right to Burt
that Selara should get in trouble. The sword and party were Selara’s,
after all. Burt began to think of what he could do to help Selara.
Isn’t that what the fairy godmothers were supposed to do? He didn’t
really know, but it sure seemed that way to him.
To his surprise, Burt knew what Selara wished for when she blew out her
candles. It came to him as an image in his head. His fingers tingled
more, making him feel uncomfortable. Then he realized that, as a
godmother fairy, he could do magic when Selara needed it. He smiled and
laughed, “Ha ha!” Selara needed his help. As soon as she fell
asleep, he could grant her wish. It would be fun. This fairy godmother
thing might not be so bad after all…
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