in the enchanted gardens and woodlands of Wells House, lived a forest fairy named Flo, or as her fellow fairy friends liked to call her, the Fountain Fairy. She had lovingly acquired her nickname because her favorited perch of all the magical grounds was the fountain in the terrace gardens. She spent most of her days perched on the fountain, fluttering over the gardens and admiring the lovely people who visited them. She found great joy in the laughter and chatter of the visiting children, it reminded her of the fun that she had with her forest fairy friends. The Fountain Fairy was always looking for her next adventure, and there were plenty to be had on the grounds of Wells House! She decided to spend her morning gliding through the trees, a trail of golden fairy dust alway glimmering behind her. She loved how the gentle breeze dusted over her shimmering fairy wings as she buzzed to and fro.

The Fountain Fairy’s hazelnut curls danced around her face in a delightful gust of wind, revealing her tiny pointed nose, freckled cheeks, and emerald eyes to the glittering sunshine that was just beginning to peek through the tree tops. As the fountain fairy swooped down to flutter over the babbling stream, darting up and over the overhanging branches, her leather booted feet softly dropped, one after another, on to a perfectly mossy rock on the water’s edge.

There were many other forest fairies out and about, enjoying the beautiful day. She spotted some of her best fairy friends, Rosalinda and Mariposa, splashing around in their secret swimming hole. It was perfectly hidden from view, under the loveliest ivy and moss cover, that only they knew about. As spring had sprung, an astonishing amount of lovely flowers had filled their secret sanctuary, you could almost taste the scent of the fresh blossoms.