Fairy hour by Isabel Sng

It struck midnight! Too carried away at the ball, it had to dart home before it was too late. It was hard to fly because it rained. Now it’s wings were damp. “Oh dear! How am I supposed to fly home?” It headed towards the light as if it was guided by a lighthouse. Slowly but steadily, it found its way home. A house with warm lights invited it home. Just as it arrived at the door, it magically turned into a pumpkin. This will start all over again tomorrow night when the kingdom’s fairies gather for a splendid time.