How the Fairy Violet Lost and Won Her Wings

In a sun‑kissed forest where blossoms unfurl like painted dreams, the tiny Fairy Violet makes her home among a clump of violet flowers at the base of a great oak. Dressed in a robe of deep purple and feather‑light wings that sparkle with morning dew, she spends her days tending the shy blossoms—bathe‑ing them in fresh droplets, mending broken stems, and sharing quiet songs with the dancing elves. Her sisters—Primrose, Cowslip, Bluebell, Anemone, Woodsorrel, and Kingcup—brighten the glade with their own hues and gentle laughter, forming a close‑knit circle of friendship.

When a noisy troop of schoolboys bursts through the woods, Violet is knocked to the ground and the flower she cradles is crushed. The accident shreds her delicate wings, leaving her unable to return to fairy‑land and prompting a desperate search for a remedy. She turns to her fellow fairies and the solemn owl that watches from the hollow oak, hoping the forest’s hidden wisdom might restore what she has lost.