Autumn stirred and woke. She knew it was time to get up, but she just couldn’t move. “I should be excited,” she said to herself, “It’s ridiculous to feel so nervous and afraid.”

Ever since Azara, the evil queen of the fairies, was banished from the Fairy Realm, Autumn had known she was destined to rule. But despite the years she had spent preparing for this moment, she had never realized how she would feel when it arrived. Now the day of her coronation was here and she wasn’t at all certain she was ready to take on the task that lay before her.

“From this day on, the well-being of all the fairy folk, from fairies and elves, to pixies and gnomes, will be my responsibility.  Even though I’ll have Gran, The Council of Elders, and Lance to advise me, in the end all of the decisions will be mine. It’s too much. How can I possibly do it?”

But it was more than just taking on the duties of being queen that had her worried, although that by itself was enough to make her so nervous she wanted to hide forever. The other problem was that her life would no longer be her own. Whenever her subjects needed her, she would have to be there. Not only was she taking on the burden of all those decisions, she was also losing her freedom. After today she wouldn’t just be Autumn Primrose. She would be the Fairy Queen.

Was that really what she wanted?

“Silly girl!” she said to herself as she pushed back the covers. “It’s your destiny. You have no choice.”

She jumped up, and hurriedly dressed. Then she stepped forward to the tall window that faced her bed, flung aside the curtains, and stood looking deep into the forest that surrounded her home. All at once she was seized by a summons she couldn’t resist. She stepped through the window, and began to fly, dodging the trees as she hurried toward an unknown destination that was pulling her toward it like a magnate.

Suddenly a clearing appeared and she landed in a sunny grove of aspen trees at the center of the forest.  Shiny leaves fluttered in a breeze that swept lightly across the open glen.  Birds called out greetings as she looked around the grove. For the first time since she woke up, she relaxed.

Just then she noticed a majestic blue and silver dragon watching her from the edge of the woods. She’d never met this particular dragon before, but she knew who he was. This was the Dragon of Ancient Memories, a wise elder who had been an adviser to her grandmother.

Autumn bowed to the dragon and the dragon bowed in turn.

“Welcome,” the dragon said, in a voice as calm as gently flowing water. “Thank you for answering my call.”

“It’s an honor, your Excellency” she replied, though she knew she’d had no choice. She’d been compelled to fly here.

“I summoned you because I wanted to introduce to this magical clearing,” the ancient dragon replied. “I knew you would be feeling nervous about your new position in the Realm. After all, you are about to take on a whole new life.”

“Yes,” she said, looking down at the ground. “I woke up feeling awfully scared.  I didn’t expect to feel so… unsure of myself. I thought I was prepared. Gran has certainly done her best to teach me how to be queen.”

“I know she has,” the dragon said. “And I have every confidence you will do your job well. But it won’t always be easy. There will be difficult times, times when you feel overwhelmed. That’s why I brought you here.

“This beautiful grove will be your sanctuary. When you need a retreat from the burdens of being queen, you can come to this place of solace and serenity. It is known as the Grove of Eternal Spring. Whenever you feel lost or afraid, you can come here to find yourself again.”

Autumn stepped forward so she could look into the dragon’s face. His eyes were kind and filled with compassion.  Her own eyes held tears, but she took a deep breath and gave him a watery smile.

“Thank you,” she said. “Now I must go. I have a coronation to attend.”

The sail unfurled and Basil was flung into the air. He opened his eyes, gasped, and frantically began to fly. He looked down only to discover the ship had already moved on.  There was nothing below him but water. He looked out toward the horizon in every direction, but there was no land to be seen.

“You’ll just have to fly home then, Basil,” he said to himself, trying not to panic. He looked down to see which way the waves were moving, and decided to fly in the same direction, hoping they would guide him home.

He flew and flew until he began to feel he had been flying forever. He had no way of knowing how far he might have traveled, but there was still no land in sight. The trouble was, he hadn’t really gotten much sleep the day before and he was dreadfully tired.

Then he realized he was dropping closer and closer to the ocean and he cried out in fear.

“Help! Someone help me!”

But no one was in sight.

He fought as hard as he could to continue to fly, but was terrified he was about to fall into the sea. He looked down, expecting to see the waves just inches away. Instead he saw a huge eye. He wasn’t about to fall into the ocean. He was about to land on a great blue whale. His cry for help had been heard after all.

The instant Basil landed on the great whale, it surged forward. Keeping its back above the surface of the water, it moved every bit as fast as the sailing ship, but in the opposite direction. Basil was having a great time. His fear and exhaustion were forgotten. Traveling by whale was way better than traveling by ship. As he hung on for dear life, a huge grin covered his little bat face.

as soon as they came within sight of land, the whale flipped up his gigantic tail and prepared to return to the open sea. Basil called out a delighted and very grateful thank you and set off to fly home.

As soon as he entered the cave, his family began to wake up. They had no idea he had even been gone. Basil decided it was best to keep it that way. Otherwise he figured he would be grounded for sure.

Basil the Bat peeked around the edge  of the cave. It was morning and the rest of his family was sound asleep. They’d all been busy the night before chasing down insects for the family meal. But Basil was too excited to sleep. Unlike the rest of his family, Basil wasn’t content with just being a bat. He wanted to join the Sea Elves and have daring adventures at sea.

So all morning he’d kept an eye on the harbor far below. Today it had been especially busy. Ever since sunrise, he’d watched ship after ship enter the harbor, while others sailed away. The tiny bat was fascinated by all this activity. He longed to be down there in the midst of the action. 

After a quick glance behind him to make sure everyone was fast asleep, Basil decided to venture out of the cave and fly down for a closer look. Just for a minute, he told himself,  he’d curl up inside one of the furled topsails. Just long enough to imagine what it would be like to go to sea.

So the adventurous little bat slipped out of the cave and flew all the way to the top of the mast on the nearest sailing ship. He crept into the rolled up topsail and settled himself inside, hanging upside down from the top as if he was still sleeping in the cave. He listened to the creaking of the ship as the waves brushed against it, feeling it roll gently even though it was tied securely to the dock. He was so excited he could barely breathe. For the first time in his life he was on a full-masted sailing ship.

Eventually the gentle rocking of the ship had its inevitable effect. He forgot he was supposed to quickly fly away. After all, he’d been up all night, and daytime is the natural time for a bat to rest. So even though he’d meant to just stay for a moment, he soon fell sound asleep.

While Basil slept, the members of the crew came aboard. In no time at all they had the ship ready to depart. When the captain called out “All hands on deck!”  the ship slid away from the dock. Soon it left the harbor behind and was out on the open sea. As the wind picked up, the captain ordered the crew to raise more sails so they would gain speed.

“Raise the topsail!” the captain cried out at last. And the highest sail on the ship began to open.

End of part one.

Startled, Poppy leaned closer to the ground and listened for the sound to repeat again. Sure enough. Another Burp! and another.

She tilted her head, and walked slowly back and forth. When the sound repeated again, she was standing right above the loudest point. “What is below the ground right here?” she wondered. She looked around and spotted a small mound of dirt. Gopher diggings! It must be Rocky the gopher’s burrow! Oh dear!

Rocky must be the thief that stole her seeds. And now he had eaten them. But surely he couldn’t have eaten them all!  Surely she could save some.

But how would she get him out of the burrow?

As she was pondering her problem, a large bumblebee flew by.

“That’s it, “she said to herself. “I’ll ask the bees to invade the burrow. Surely a swarm of bees buzzing around him would get him out.” She called out to the bee and quickly explained the problem.

“Hmmm,” the bee replied. “Mmm yes. I’ll go ask the queen. I’m sure she will help. After all, hmmm, we depend on the nectar from those flowers to make our honey.”

While Poppy waited for the bees’ answer, she hurried home and grabbed her seed-gathering bag. Then she returned to the burrow to wait.

She was surprised when a dark swarm of countless bees suddenly appeared.  They were  headed rapidly towards her.

“That was fast,” she thought.

The bees formed a loud, buzzing cloud. Even Poppy stepped back a little. A huge crowd of bees was an alarming sight, even though she was their friend.

“Down this way,” she called to them, pointing to the entrance to the tunnel.

One after another, the bees dove into the tunnel. All of a sudden there was a loud yell.

“Help!” Then the sound of racing feet. The gopher erupted from the tunnel’s back door, followed by the swarm of bees.

“Thank you,” Poppy called out, but the bees were already too far away to hear. That gopher was really moving!

Poppy flew down into the tunnel and found a wide cavern that was the gopher’s bedroom. Sure enough, right in the middle stood a pile of wildflower seeds.

“I wonder how they got here?” Poppy said aloud. “Gophers don’t climb trees.” Then she noticed the squirrel tracks on the dirt floor. Of course! Rocky the gopher and Boulder the squirrel were great friends. They must be in this together.  The squirrel stole the seeds, and the gopher hid them in his burrow.

Shaking her head at the naughty behavior of the rodents, Poppy opened her bag and filled it with the seeds that were left.

“At least there will be some wildflowers in the meadow,” she said to the empty room.

For a moment Poppy just stood and stared, trying to take in the scene before her. Six empty bins sat on a long table. There was nothing else in the room.

She began to dart around like a hungry hummingbird. From one corner to another she flew. She circled all around the empty bins and then dove under the table. There wasn’t so much as a single seed anywhere.

She landed and stood looking all about her. She felt shaken and confused. What had happened to her seeds?

After a moment she noticed the floor was covered with marks. They weren’t footprints, she kept the shed too clean for any dust to collect. They were scuff marks and they were all over. She examined them carefully and decided they were made by something much bigger than she was. But she had no idea what kind of creature it might be.

There were endless possibilities. Everyone in the Fairy Realm knew Poppy scattered wildflower seeds in the meadow.

She stepped outside and began to walk along the branch until she reached the tree trunk. Then she moved to the branch below, and then the one below that, as she searched and searched for clues. When at last she found herself on the ground, she started walking in circles around the tree. Just as she decided the next round would be her last, she heard a sound.

BURP!

The sound of raindrops woke Poppy from a sound sleep. A quick glance at the window showed that the rain she had been waiting for was cascading down the glass. The first April shower had begun at last.

She leaped out of bed, and raced across the room for a better view. Grey clouds stretched across the sky as far as her eyes could see. The wind flung raindrops in all directions, while occasional sun beams pierced the grey to shine on the ground. This was going to be a perfect day to scatter seeds! Her head was already filled with images of the beautiful wildflowers that would fill the meadow in summer.

But first she had to plant the seeds.  And she needed to hurry. For the snow had lasted longer than usual this year, and it was nearly May. It wasn’t going to be easy to get the planting finished in time for the flowers to bloom in June.

She dressed in a flash. In no time at all she had pulled on a sky-blue shirt and her favorite green overalls. She washed her face, combed her hair, ate a blueberry muffin, grabbed her raincoat, and put on her gardening boots. This fairy was ready for action.

The first day of Spring planting was Poppy’s favorite day of the year.  All winter she tended her seeds, keeping them warm and dry, ready to plant as soon as the first shower arrived. That first shower was finally here.

She hurried out the front door of her tree house cottage and flew to the storage shed in the branches high above.  Carefully she unlocked the door and stepped inside. She reached over and gently woke the glow worm who provided light for the inside of the shed. As his glow lit the room, Poppy gasped. The bins were empty! There wasn’t a seed in sight!