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What About Rosetta? - Chapter 4 - The Green Rose Plan
"I don't know if we'll be ready for the Games this year." Tinker Bell looked frazzled. She shoveled in her supper like a robot. "There's just too much work."
"Can't you recall tinkers from the mainland?" asked Rosetta, delicately nibbling on her salad.
"No, they're busy too. It's like that: Sometimes it's quiet, and sometimes it's rushy." Tink sighed. "If only fairies would schedule their break-downs." She smiled wryly at her tinker joke.
"There's only one day left before opening. Could I help?" Rosetta thought this might work to her advantage.
Tink eyed her skeptically. "I don't know. Could you? ...Help?"
"Well, I could certainly try."
Tinker Bell thought maybe over-work was making her a bit cranky toward a friend offering help. "Okay, be on the stadium floor at dawn tomorrow."
"Yes ma'am, Fairy Tink." grinned Rosetta.
Fairies of every talent were busy in the stadium, hammering in the large poles for the huge banners, brushing off the stand seats, erecting the lighting tower, preparing fireworks, hanging up the leader board, and many other small but necessary tasks. This was the last day; the opening was tonight. Tinker Bell rolled into the stadium on a wagon loaded with banner poles and tools. Rosetta fluttered up as Tink pulled Cheese to a stop.
"How do I look?" Rosetta twirled in mid-air.
"That's got to be the frilliest tinker dress I've ever seen." Tink laughed. "Tinker clothing is supposed to be practical, you know."
"Nothing wrong with looking good, too." Rosetta settled into the seat beside Tink. They drove out of the stadium, and followed the Pixie Cart Derby race course. Tinker Bell stopped every few feet along the course to hammer T-topped poles into the edges of the track. Rosetta pulled on gloves and held each pole steady while Tink bashed it in with a big wooden mallet.
"You can come back later and hang the banners." Tink told Rosetta as they stopped before one of the many small viewing stands along the race course. Tink checked the wood for rot, and jumped on the seats to test their sturdiness. "I found some loose joints. We'll need to fix that later."
"Hold on, Tink." Rosetta glided into the bushes, and returned with an ivy, walking itself over the ground. She showed the ivy where to root under the stands, then guided it up to the loose joints where it wrapped around them. "How's that?"
Tinker Bell jumped on the seats again. "Not bad, Ro'. Will it hold?"
"As long as the ivy is alive... and the leaves will shade the spectators."
"Sounds good to me!"
They made several more trips along the race course, until all the banner poles were in, and the stands checked. At one stop back in the stadium, Rosetta heard the familiar call of "Gather 'round, garden-fairies!", and looked to see Fern with The Basket. "Come on, Rosetta." Fern beckoned.
"Sorry Fern, I'm a tinker-talent." Rosetta indicated her green dress, then turned back to work with Tinker Bell as Fern gasped in astonishment. The tinkers had already picked their team-members, and this move had gotten Rosetta out of the garden-team selection once again. To tell the truth, she didn't mind spending the day as a tinker; it made her feel multi-talented.
After lunch, Rosetta hung banners on all the Pixie Cart Derby course poles, while Tinker Bell checked and adjusted the ramps for the 2 jumps. "Thank you, so much, for all the help you've given today." Tinker Bell told her on the way back to the stadium. "I could never have finished it by myself."
"Oh, it was fun Tink, but I'll have some aches tomorrow." Rosetta smiled as they rolled into the stadium.
"The last thing we can do before supper, is to pick up anything that doesn't belong on the field, and move the storage bins outside the stadium." Tink said. The sweeping & raking-talents were at work on the turf before they left with the last bin. As Tinker Bell and Rosetta fluttered off to supper, the art-talents were laying down chalk-lines on the field.
That evening, Rosetta changed back into her familiar red/pink dress, and sat in the garden-talent section of the stands, rubbing her tired muscles. When the fireworks ended, Lilac called "Rosetta, I thought you were a tinker now!"
Rosetta turned, and replied with a weak smile "Uh... it didn't work out."
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Author's Note: "If only fairies would schedule their break-downs." is a logic joke. You can't schedule break-downs - they just happen.