It was a bright and glorious spring day in Pixie Hollow. The butterflies were playfully tugging at each other's wings, the squirrels dug in the ground for the nuts they had stored in the winter-everyone was waking up from their drowsy slumber.

The fairies were particularly busy around the beginning of spring. Why, you may ask? Well, the yearly art festival was coming up and all of the tiny inhabitants were speeding around, trying to get everything set up for the celebration. Everyone, from the animal to the fast-flying fairies was pitching in, in hopes of kicking off spring to a rousing start.

Well, almost everyone. One particular sparrow man wasn't contributing to the colorful hullabaloo going on in Springtime Square. Rather he looked on with amusement at the sight of art talent fairies covered head-to-toe in paint and a group of performing talents trying to teach a chorus of bluebirds to chirp in sync, with little success. Occasionally the wind whipped his long, black hair into his eyes as he sputtered and pushed it back.

Ugh. He thought. One of these days I really have to cut it…

"Hey Fable!" The boy looked down to see Terrence waving in his direction. "Come on, I need your help!" Fable, happy to be away from the high winds, flew toward the ground. As he got closer he saw Terrence was holding up a banner with Tinkerbell between two saplings. In bold, blueberry paint it read "Happie Paint Festivial!" Being a storytelling talent Fable cringed at the misuse of grammar, but considering the fact that many of the fairies' areas of expertise didn't involve a pencil or a piece of paper he wasn't surprised.

"What do you need?" Fable asked as he landed on the ground. Terrance opened his mouth but was cut off by Tinkerbell.

"Does this look straight to you?" She huffed. Terrance looked at her and sighed.

"I told you, its fine-"

"No!" She fingered for her ruler and held it up. "See, it is off by exactly 2.3 notches!" Fable leaned back and squinted.

"I'm sorry Terrance but I'm going to have to agree with Tink on this one. You need to move it slightly to the left." With that Tinkerbell let out a triumphant cheer and stuck her tongue out at Terrance. The dust talent grumbled and adjusted the banner, as Tinkerbell made loud thumping noises as she hammered the banner into place.

"So…what are you guys doing for the art festival?" Fable queried as he started fixing his hair. At this Terrance's eyes lit up as he smirked.

"Well." He bragged. "You're looking at the fairy that is in charge of the art festival's fireworks show. Take that you light talents! Ha!" Tinkerbell stopped her hammering and glanced toward Terrance.

"Terrance, I don't mean to burst your bubble but you're a pixie dust talent." She said as she fumbled for another needle. "Last time I heard Pixie Dust talents could just distribute dust. That's it. Plus pixie dust is in limited supply…"

"Was in limited supply. Fairy Gary told me that there has been a surplus of it lately so I was allowed to use it for a few…other uses…"

"How are you going to launch the fireworks?" Fable inquired.

Terrance looked both ways and whispered "Between you and me it involves acorns, catapults and a few garden talent fairies!" Tinkerbell rolled her eyes.

"ANYWAY guess what the tinker talents are doing? You know how the art talents always have to mash their own paint? Well Clank, Bobble and I are building a machine that does the mashing for them!" Terrance gave Tinkerbell a skeptical look.

"Um…Tink…are you sure it won't splatter paint all over them instead?" He and Fable let out a few chuckles, making Tinkerbell's face grow to a slight tinge of red.

"It'll work this time! We have the measurements down to every notch. You'll see!" With that she looked over at Fable. "What are you doing Fable? Isn't it true that the storytelling talents have organized a story night at the Fairy Theater? Are you going to perform?" Fable nervously looked down.

"Um…yeah…actually I'm going to be sharing a story I wrote."

"Oh wow!"

"That so cool!" Tinkerbell squeaked. "What's the story going to be about?"

"Well I…um…I can't tell you, sorry."

"Awwwww. Why not?"

"Um…it's a tradition among storytelling talents to not reveal their stories until the performance-"

"THEY'RE HERE! THEY'RE HERE!" The three fairies looked up to see Iridessa flying crazily across the square. She stretched her arms out and yelled "A new arrival is coming!" The fairies looked at each other in excitement.

"What?"

"Really?"

"Yes!" Iridessa replied. "Vidia and the other flying talents are guiding them right now!"

At these words Springtime Square was engulfed in a frenzy. Fariries dropped their things and flew off in all different directions. Iridessa weaved through the madness and spotted Tinkerbell.

"Oh Tink, isn't this flitterific? A new arrival!" The light talent let out a nervous squeak. "Dear Clarion I just remembered! I'm on the welcoming committee for the light faries. Fly with you later!" With that Iridessa shot into the sky, leaving a few faint trails of rainbows behind her. Tinkerbell frantically hammered a few more nails and stashed her hammer in her tool belt.

"Where are you going?" Fable yelled over the noise.

"I just remember I'm on welcoming committee for the tinker talents. Fly with you later!" She took off to the sky too followed by Terrance, who yelled at Fable something about Fairy Gary. The story talent, remembering that he had drawn the short stick with the other storytellers and was assigned welcoming representative, brushed off his tunic and flew up into the sky toward the Pixie Dust Tree, hoping to grab some paper and help set up the ceremony.

We haven't had a new arrival in a long time. He thought. I guess babies just aren't finding that many things funny anymore. As Fable got closer to his destination he couldn't help but wonder what the new fairy would be like. Would they be tall? Nice? A boy? A girl? He'd just have to find out for himself...