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  Gwyneth Rees is half Welsh and half English and grew up in Scotland. She went to Glasgow University and qualified as a doctor in 1990. She is a child and adolescent psychiatrist but has now stopped practising so that she can write full-time. She is the author of the bestselling Fairies series (Fairy Dust, Fairy Treasure, Fairy Dreams, Fairy Gold, Fairy Rescue), Cosmo and the Magic Sneeze, Cosmo and the Great Witch Escape and Mermaid Magic, as well as several books for older readers. She lives in London with her two cats.

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  Books by Gwyneth Rees

  Mermaid Magic

  Fairy Dust

  Fairy Treasure

  Fairy Dreams

  Fairy Gold

  Fairy Rescue

  Cosmo and the Magic Sneeze

  Cosmo and the Great Witch Escape

  For older readers

  The Mum Hunt

  The Mum Detective

  The Mum Surprise (World Book Day 2006)

  My Mum’s from Planet Pluto

  The Making of May

  Look out for

  The Mum Mystery

  Illustrated by Emily Bannister

  MACMILLAN CHILDREN’S BOOKS

  First published 2006 by Macmillan Children’s Books

  This electronic edition published 2007 by Macmillan Children’s Books

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  For Yi Lan Taylor and Megan Shaw and their favourite dog, Milo, with lots of love

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Maddie felt as if she was in a special magical land as she weaved her way in and out of the trees, just out of sight of the main path that ran through the woods behind her grandparents’ house. She could hear Grandpa talking to his dog, Milo, as he walked along the path, but otherwise the woods were silent.

  It was a sunny day and rays of light were penetrating the leafy roof above her. Maddie was pretending to be a flower fairy who lived deep in the forest and she was searching for some suitable flowers to wear as a garland in her hair. Maddie had long light brown hair which was curly at the ends, and which she usually tied back in a ponytail to keep off her face. Today it kept getting caught on twigs as she walked under the trees.

  After she had made a yellow crown out of some long-stemmed buttercups, she joined her grandfather on the path. Grandpa had just thrown a stick for Milo to fetch and Milo, who was a very excitable Jack Russell terrier, was barking loudly as he ran off into the woods after it.

  ‘I really like going for walks with you, Grandpa,’ Maddie told him, slipping her hand into his. ‘When Mum’s with me she won’t let me do anything.’ Maddie’s mum had come with them yesterday on their afternoon walk, and she had fussed over Maddie the whole time. She had been too worried to let Maddie run off into the woods after Milo and she had nearly had a fit when Maddie started to climb a tree.

  ‘Your mum’s just worried in case you get ill again,’ Grandpa said. ‘I’m sure she doesn’t mean to spoil your fun.’

  ‘Well, she does spoil it,’ Maddie said crossly. ‘She spoils everything. She treats me like a baby and it’s not fair!’

  ‘She’s just feeling very protective of you because of what happened,’ Grandpa said. ‘She’ll get over it. You just need to give her some time. Now . . . I wonder what’s happened to Milo.’

  Milo hadn’t returned with the stick, and he wasn’t barking any more either. They waited for several minutes but he still didn’t return, even when Grandpa called him.

  ‘Do you think he’s all right?’ Maddie asked.

  Grandpa didn’t look too concerned. ‘He might have found a rabbit hole or something. Why don’t you go and have a look for him? Don’t go too far though. Give me a shout when you find him.’

  So Maddie set off into the woods and soon spotted Milo crouching on the ground next to a large tree stump. His bottom was sticking up in the air and his black-and-white stumpy tail was wagging furiously. Maddie was about to shout out to tell Grandpa she had found him when she saw that Milo had spotted something in the grass. Whatever it was, Milo seemed fascinated by it. At first Maddie couldn’t see what he was looking at, but then the object moved suddenly and Maddie saw a flash of yellow whizz across the ground and dart away through the trees. Before Maddie had time to shout out, she heard a noise behind her and her grandfather appeared.

  Milo started to roll about on the ground, yapping with excitement again, as Maddie told Grandpa what she had seen.

  ‘It must have been a butterfly,’ Grandpa said.

  ‘I don’t think it was,’ Maddie said, frowning.

  ‘Or maybe it was a fairy,’ Grandpa teased. ‘Some folks say that they live in these woods.’

  ‘Really?’ Maddie had always believed in fairies, but she had never actually seen one.

  ‘They say that if you believe in fairies and you come for a walk here often enough, you’re bound to see one sooner or later,’ Grandpa said, smiling at her.

  Maddie looked at Milo, who was now sitting up, wagging his tail. ‘I wonder if Milo believes in fairies,’ she said.

  Grandpa laughed.

  ‘I mean it, Grandpa,’ she said solemnly. ‘Aunt Rachel told me that you can only see fairies if you believe in them, so if Milo believes in fairies it means he’ll be able to see them, which means it really could have been a fairy he was looking at just now.’ Aunt Rachel was her mother’s sister, and she was the only one in the family, apart from Maddie, who believed that fairies were real.

  Grandpa was still smiling, but Maddie was looking very thoughtful now.

  ‘Milo, do you believe in fairies?’ she asked, crouching down in front of the little dog and looking straight into his eyes.

  Milo cocked his head and pricked up his ears and his tail started wagging furiously. And as Maddie stared at his eyes, she thought she saw, reflected in them, a tiny fairy in a yellow petal dress.

  She instantly looked around her, but there was no sign of a fairy or anything else. Maybe she was imagining things.

  ‘We’d better be going now,’ Grandpa said, starting to lead the way back to the path.

  As they got there, they heard heavy footsteps approaching, and suddenly an elderly man (who looked about the same age as Grandpa) appeared. He was dressed in an old-fashioned brown
tweed suit and he was carrying a large canvas bag over one shoulder.

  ‘Hello, Horace,’ Grandpa said, not sounding at all surprised to see him. ‘Maddie, this is Mr Hatter. He lives along the road from us. His garden backs on to the woods too.’

  Horace Hatter frowned as if he didn’t really have time to stop and chat.

  Grandpa didn’t take the hint though. ‘Horace and I were at school together,’ he told Maddie. ‘We were both in the stamp-collecting club – not that my collection was anything like as impressive as Horace’s.’ He chuckled. ‘Horace was always mad about collecting things. If it wasn’t stamps or coins, it was birds’ eggs or butterflies. Isn’t that right, Horace?’

  ‘Once a collector, always a collector,’ Horace grunted.

  ‘Did you let the butterflies go after you caught them?’ Maddie asked, not liking the thought of butterflies being captured.

  Horace looked at her as if he thought she was very stupid. ‘Of course I didn’t let them go. I have twenty glass cases full of them – all correctly labelled. I can’t abide collectors who don’t label things,’ he added, glancing at Grandpa, who he still remembered had kept his stamp collection in an old envelope when they were boys. ‘If you don’t mind, I’d better be getting on,’ he said curtly, brushing past them to continue along the path.

  ‘He’s not very friendly, is he?’ Maddie whispered as soon as he was out of sight.

  Grandpa laughed. ‘He was always a bit eccentric, was old Horace. Don’t worry. He hasn’t collected butterflies in a long time. Now . . . You and I had better start heading back. We’ve already stayed out longer than I meant to. We don’t want your mum to start worrying about you, do we?’

  ‘Mum’s always worrying about me, so what difference does it make?’ Maddie said impatiently.

  ‘Come on, Maddie. You’re very precious to her – you know that.’

  Maddie pulled a face and was about to reply when she spotted a streak of yellow whizzing past the dark green leaves of a nearby tree. She was lifting her hand to point it out to Grandpa when a ray of sunlight broke through the trees and shone straight into her eyes. When she escaped from its glare she couldn’t see anything up in the treetops except greenery.

  Slowly she followed her grandfather back along the narrow path towards home, still thinking about fairies. And though she didn’t know it, a flower fairy in a yellow petal dress was now using the ray of sunlight as a slide, shrieking with delight as she slid down it and landed with a bump on the springy mossy floor.

  Maddie’s mother was waiting anxiously for them when they arrived back.

  Maddie had been hoping Mum would relax when they got to Grandma and Grandpa’s cosy house in the country, and she knew her dad had been hoping the same thing. (It was Dad who had suggested they came to stay here for the summer – he was coming to join them in a few weeks’ time when he was on holiday from work.) But so far – and they had been here for nearly a week – Mum was being as overprotective as ever.

  Maddie had had to plead with her to be allowed to go out with Grandpa and Milo that afternoon. ‘What if you get an asthma attack again?’ Mum had said, looking worried. ‘How will Grandpa get help if the two of you are alone in the middle of the woods?’

  ‘I’ll have my inhaler with me,’ Maddie had protested. ‘I’ll be fine.’

  And she’d been right, hadn’t she? She was fine. But just because they had arrived home a bit later than expected, Mum had got herself all worked up as usual.

  Mum had always worried a lot about Maddie, but the reason she had been especially anxious recently was that that spring Maddie, who had suffered from asthma since she was tiny, had caught a nasty chest infection. It had triggered a flare-up of her asthma and one evening, when Maddie and her mum were alone in the house, Maddie had become so wheezy that her inhaler hadn’t helped. Her mum had called an ambulance and Maddie had been taken to hospital immediately, but by the time they got there she’d been so ill that she’d had to be admitted to intensive care.

  She was completely better now – apart from having to use her inhaler in the same way she had always used it – but her mum still hadn’t recovered from the shock. Now if Maddie got even the slightest bit wheezy, Mum immediately panicked, and she always got very twitchy if Maddie was out of her sight for too long.

  ‘We aren’t that late,’ Grandpa told Mum. ‘And I’m sure the fresh air and exercise will have done Maddie good. Anyway, didn’t the doctors say that you should carry on as normal now that she’s well again?’

  ‘It’s easy for you to stay calm,’ Mum retorted sharply. ‘You weren’t there when . . .’ She broke off abruptly and her eyes filled up with tears, as they always did when she remembered the night when Maddie had been rushed to hospital in an ambulance.

  But for once Maddie’s eyes were filling up with tears too. ‘I’m better now, Mum,’ she snapped, ‘and I hate you treating me like I’m different to everybody else!’ And she stomped out of the room.

  After that Maddie’s mum didn’t say any more about Grandpa and Maddie being late home, and that evening as they sat round the table to eat together Grandpa told the others about the yellow fluttery thing that Maddie had seen in the woods. ‘I told her it was probably a fairy,’ he said, winking at Grandma.

  Mum smiled at that. ‘Do you remember when Rachel took me off into the woods in the middle of the night because she said the fairies had invited us to a party?’

  ‘I didn’t know about it until the morning,’ Grandma said, ‘or I’d never have let you go. You were only five. Rachel was nine – old enough to know better. I mean, what if the two of you had got lost? By the way, a parcel arrived from your Aunt Rachel while you were out, Maddie. It’s for your birthday, I expect.’ Aunt Rachel lived a long way away so they didn’t see her very often, but she always remembered Maddie’s birthday.

  Maddie was going to be nine years old in a few days’ time, and usually whenever anyone mentioned that, she got very excited. But right now she was totally transfixed by Mum’s story about the fairy party.

  ‘Did you see any fairies, Mum?’ she asked excitedly.

  ‘I fell asleep when we got to the fairy grove. Rachel said she tried to wake me up when the fairies appeared but she couldn’t, so she left me sleeping and went to join the party. She said she met the fairy queen, but I didn’t really believe her.’

  ‘Our Rachel always had a great imagination,’ Grandma said.

  Mum nodded. ‘She certainly did. I remember she told me the fairies were celebrating the anniversary of the day they first came to live in these woods, hundreds of years ago!’

  ‘When was the anniversary?’ Maddie asked excitedly.

  ‘I guess it was round about now,’ Mum said. ‘It was definitely right in the middle of the summer, because I remember it was a lovely warm night.’

  ‘Maybe the fairies are having a party this summer too,’ Maddie exclaimed. ‘Maybe they have one every year, the way people have birthday parties!’

  ‘Here’s another one with a big imagination,’ Grandma said, and the three grown-ups all smiled at her indulgently.

  The next morning Maddie and Grandpa took Milo for another walk through the woods.

  ‘Where’s the fairy grove Mum was talking about last night?’ Maddie asked as they watched Milo race off along the path after a stick.

  ‘There’s a long stream that runs through these woods and at some point it’s supposed to run through a magic clearing where the fairies have their gatherings. Folks call that place the fairy grove. But it’s said that only people who believe in fairies can find it.’

  ‘I believe in fairies,’ Maddie pointed out.

  ‘I’m not sure we’ve got time to look for it now. We promised we’d make sure we were back for lunch, didn’t we?’

  ‘Please, Grandpa. Just a little look.’ Maddie tugged at his hand and put on her most pleading expression, which rarely worked with Mum but nearly always did with her grandfather.

  ‘Well, how about I take you
to see the stream now? Will that do?’

  Maddie nodded excitedly, so Grandpa led her away from the path and into the thicker part of the woods. Milo followed at their heels, his ears pricked up attentively. Eventually, when they had been walking for a good five minutes, they heard a gentle gurgling sound.

  ‘Maybe you’d better wait here, Grandpa,’ Maddie said as they reached the stream, which looked cool and fresh and had very sparkly water. ‘You don’t believe in fairies, so we might not find the fairy grove if you come with me.’ She started to take off her sandals so that she could walk along in the stream itself, which was only ankle deep. ‘Milo had better stay here too in case he scares the fairies away.’

  Grandpa chuckled as he got out Milo’s lead and clipped it on to his collar. ‘You can take five minutes to look for it,’ he said, ‘but then we really must head back. I’ll wait here for you. You’ve still got your inhaler in your pocket, haven’t you?’

  Maddie nodded, taking it out to show him. Then she set off along the stream, taking care as she picked her way over the mossy pebbles. Soon the stream turned a corner so that she was out of sight of her grandfather and it was then that she heard the tiny voices arguing.

  ‘It’s not fair! Why can’t I go?’ a little high-pitched voice was protesting crossly.

  ‘Poppy, you know you aren’t allowed. What if you fall off?’

  ‘I won’t fall off!’

  ‘You might! Birds fly very fast, you know! Anyway, it’s our job to look after you and that means you can’t go anywhere without us.’

  As Maddie stood absolutely still she saw three fairies standing on the bank next to the stream. Each one was small enough to sit in the palm of Maddie’s hand and they were all wearing delicate petal dresses. One fairy was facing her. She wore a red poppy-petal dress that was short and flouncy and she had long smooth black hair, which she was flicking off her face in an angry manner.