The garden was buzzing with life, but one voice was missing. A young fairy named Poppy, with wings like scarlet poppy petals, noticed the silence.
"Where is Bee?" she asked.
The other fairies shrugged. "Gone," they said. "Lost."
Poppy flew to the edge of the garden, past the fence, into the wild meadow. She searched under leaves, inside flowers, behind stones. Finally, she found him in a patch of clover, his wings torn, his buzz faint.
"Bee," she whispered. "What happened?"
"I chased a butterfly too far," he said. "The wind tore my wings. I cannot fly home."
Poppy touched hi