But despite the fairy's gift, King Stefan, still fearful of his daughter's life, did then and there decree that every spinning wheel in the kingdom should on that very day be burnt. So it was done.

The fairies stood alone in the castle, drinking tea as they watched the fire rage on below.

Flora huffed. "Silly fiddle faddle!"

"Now, come have a nice cup of tea, dear. I'm sure it'll work out somehow," Fauna said as calmly as ever. It was up to her to keep a straight head while everyone else bustled about worrying.

Merryweather ignored her. "Well, a bonfire won't stop Maleficent."

"Of course not. But what will?"

Fauna shrugged. "Well, perhaps if we reason with her?"

Flora gasped. "Reason?"

"With Maleficent?"

"Well, she can't be all bad," Fauna snapped, defending herself.

Flora disagreed. "Oh, yes, she can."

"I'd like to turn her into a fat ole hoptoad!" Merry hissed.

Fauna was shocked. "Now, dear, that isn't a very nice thing to say."

"Besides, we can't. You know our magic doesn't work that way…"

"It can only do good, dear, to bring joy and happiness."

Merryweather rolled her eyes at her sisters. "Well, that would make me happy."

Flora pondered for a moment. "But there must be some way ... There is!"

Merryweather was lost. "There is?"

Fauna jumped up, excited. "What is it, Flora?"

"I'm going to ... shh, shh, shh! Even walls have ears..." Flora snuck around the corners. "Follow me!"

Flora minimized herself, the other two followed her into the insides of a something on the table

Once safely away from prying ears, she turned to the others. "I'll turn her into a flower!"

"Maleficent?"

"Oh no, dear, the princess!"

Fauna was pleased with this. "Oh she'd make a lovely flower."

"Don't you see, a flower can't prick its finger."

"It hasn't any," Merry said flatly.

Fauna ignored her tone. "That's right."

Flora nodded. "She'll be perfectly safe."

Merryweather was quiet for a moment before she sighed and frowned. "Until Maleficent sends a frost."

Flora nodded. "Yes, a ... oh dear!"

Fauna sighed. "She always ruins your nicest flowers."

"You're right. And she'll be expecting us to do something like that."

Merryweather considered. "But what won't she expect, she knows everything."

"Oh but she doesn't dear. Maleficent doesn't know anything about love, or kindness, or the joy of helping earnest. You know, sometimes I don't think she's really very happy..."

Flora got excited again. "That's it, of course! It's the only thing she can't understand, and won't expect. Oh, oh, now, now ... We have to plan it carefully, let's see, woodcutters cottage, yes, yes, the abandoned one, of course the King and Queen will object, but when we explain it's the only way …"

Merryweather popped up. "Explain what?"

Flora turned back. "About the three peasant women raising a foundling child deep in the forest."

Fauna smiled. "Oh, that's very nice of them."

"Who are they?"

Flora grinned and twirled her finger. "Turn around!"

While Merryweather and Fauna turned to face a mirror, Flora changed their outfit to peasantness.

Fauna jumped back, startled. "iih ... why, it's ... us!"

Merryweather was shocked. "You mean, we, us?"

"Take care of the baby?"

Flora shrugged. "Why not?"

Fauna squealed and clapped her hands. "Oh, i'd like that!"

Merryweather noticed that her dress was pink and changed its color to blue. "Well, yes, yes, but will we have to feed it?"

"And wash it and dress it and rock it to sleep. Oh I'd love it!"

"You really think we can?"

Flora nodded. "If humans can do it, so can we."

Merryweather smiled, feeling a little eager herself now. "And we have our magic to help us."

"That's right."

Flora's face paled slightly. "Oh, no, no, no, no, no magic! I'll take those wands right now. Oh, better get rid of those wings, too."

Merryweather held her wand away desperately. "You mean, live like mortals? For sixteen years? Now, we don't know how. We've never done anything without magic."

"And that's why Maleficent will never suspect."

"But who'll wash, and cook?"

"Oh, we'll all pitch in."

Fauna raised her hand. "I'll take care of the baby!"

"Let me have it, dear," Flora said, still hunting for Merryweather's wand until she finally got it. "Come along now, We must tell their majesties at once."

Flora changed herself to normal size, but first forgot about Fauna and Merryweather.

Fauna cried out. "Flora!"

"Flora!"

Flora noticed and blew up Fauna and Merryweather and they left the room.