“It worked, Bobble! It worked!” Clank hollered happily. To celebrate, he sprinkled a bit of the blue pixie dust on Cheese the mouse.
Cheese took to the air, flying along with everyone else as they soared over the waterfall, over the meadows, and took their place on the Pixie Dust Tree, where Lyria was waiting.
Tinker Bell and Terence stood in a place of honor and held up the scepter together. Blaze circled happily, proud to be a part of this momentous occasion.
Fairy Gary and the other dust-keepers carried in the cauldrons full of blue dust. They poured the precious magic into the well of the tree while Lyria recited the poem she had prepared to commemorate the miracle of autumn—a miracle that couldn’t have taken place if not for all the fairies in Pixie Hollow.
The greatest treasures are not gold,
Nor jewels, nor works of art.
They cannot be held in your hands—
They’re held within your heart.
For worldly things will fade away
As seasons come and go.
But the treasure of true friendship
Will never lose its glow.
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