Mayah flew until she saw the house that Rachel lived in. She saw Rachel sitting in her yard. The little girl looked upset, but was not crying anymore. Mayah tapped the child's shoulder. Rachel looked up.
"Mayah! You came back!" Rachel shouted.
"Of course I did!" Mayah said.
"I can't understand you, but you sound happy," Rachel said. "Where were you?"
"Pixie Hollow," Mayah said. Then she remembered that Rachel could not understand her. She grabbed a stick and wrote PIXIE HOLLOW on the ground in the dirt.
"Oh," Rachel said. "Isn't that where Tinker Bell lives?"
Mayah nodded her head vigorously. She had no idea how the little girl knew of Tinker Bell, but she was happy that Rachel knew where she meant.
Rachel led Mayah into the house. The fairy flew towards the girl's room and stopped. The door was shut. The child opened the door and let Mayah fly in. Mayah gave a gasp of delight when she saw her little cardboard house that the girl had made for her.
The next few days were busy, but Mayah didn't mind. She went outside to the crisp autumn breeze every day and visited her friends in Pixie Hollow. She was outside so much that Rachel finally decided to build a house outside for her.
"I need some sticks," Rachel said. Mayah was lying on the grass. She didn't really care to build houses. That was the tinker fairies' job.
Soon, the tipi-like house was finished. Mayah walked in and admired the crooked walls. Just then, a quick wind blew past, knocking over the house! Mayah pushed the long sticks off of her legs and sighed.
"Sorry, May, I'm not a tinker fairy," Rachel said with a sigh. "What kind of fairy are you?"
Mayah touched a blade of grass. She concentrated, and it grew tall. First taller than Mayah, then to Rachel's knee, and finally over Rachel's head! To be fair, Rachel was short, being a child, but it was still a massive blade of grass!
"Wow!" Rachel cried. "Are you a garden fairy?"
Mayah nodded proudly. She then broke the piece of grass off of the ground and tied it around Rachel's waist. Rachel smiled.
"A grass belt!" the girl yelled excitedly.
One day, when the leaves had almost all fallen off of the trees, there was a knock on the door. Rachel answered it, and in flew two fairies!
"Hi, Mayah!" shouted one. Mayah recognized her as Melon, the newest garden fairy. The other fairy waved timidly. It was Tinkerberry!
"Hi!" Mayah shouted, happy for company. "Are you just passing through?"
Suddenly, a hand grabbed Melon and Tinkerberry. Mayah groaned. It was her human friend.
The girl lifted the fairies up to her mouth. Melon and Tinkerberry were terrified! Rachel did not eat them, though.
"Hi there," she said. "My name is Rachel. What are your names?"
"M-M-Melon," Melon quivered.
Tinkerberry said, "Tinkerberry, Trinity for short."
"I can't understand you," Rachel said. "Can you write your names on a piece of paper?"
Melon and Tinkerberry nodded. Rachel let them go. The two fairies flew up to the roof.
"Trinity, Melon, would you please come down?" Mayah asked. "Rachel is a very nice human. She would never hurt a fairy!"
The fairies nodded and flew down to the little girl. They each grabbed hold of a pen and struggled to write their names on a piece of paper. Rachel smiled.
"Melon and Tinkerberry. I like it!" Rachel smiled, showing a bunch of little teeth.
The two fairies smiled. Mayah gave each fairy a big hug and the fairies flew off. Mayah showed them the house Rachel had taped together for her. It was clear that Melon and Tinkerberry were going to stay.
