hidden deep in the enchanted forest of Wells House, the Fountain Fairy was on the cusp of her next fantastic adventure. It was a blustery morning, but she enjoyed the wind enveloping her shimmering wings in such a way that had her soaring high and freely in the canopies of the tree tops. After the fresh rainfall during the night, the dew made the green of the trees quite vibrant, and the water droplets made the fresh spring blossoms glisten magically in the sunlight.

The Fountain Fairy whizzed happily through the air, up and over the branches, waving at all of her woodland creature friends that were rising for a new day, full of promise and sunshine. The Fountain Fairy spotted Mr. Grey Squirrel, perched on his branch, having his morning tea, with a bit of a troubled look upon his usually cheerful face. She swooped down to enquire about his peculiar expression. Mr. Grey Squirrel informed the Fountain Fairy of his predicament.

During the night’s storm, someone in the forest had taken the acorns he had been gathering for weeks. At once, the Fountain Fairy knew she had to help her friend find his lost nuts! She looked high and low, in every small fairy hollow, badger den, squirrel nook, and even under the frog’s lily pad, but she found nothing. As morning turned to afternoon, she zoomed through the trees, her hazelnut curls flying every which way.

She flew along with the Jackdaws, asking if they had seen Mr. Grey Squirrels acorns, but they had not! Trying not get discouraged, the Fountain Fairy decided that she should ask some of her fellow forest fairies if they knew anything about the acorns!

As she flew closer to the fairy hollow, in the most magical tree in the Wells forest, the laughter, chatter, and cheer could start to be heard, but only by the ear of fellow fairies! The fairy dust overflowed from the hollow, with a warm and welcoming golden glow.