A tiny blue fairy floated outside Gus's bedroom window. She was half the size of a dragon fly and twice as beautiful. When she was a baby-fairy her mother kept her safely nestled inside a powder-pink, heart shaped Locket.

Everyone knows newborn fairies can get into an awful lot of mischief—grown ones too of course—however toddler fairies are the most misbehaved. If young fairies are left to their own devices the world would be made of cotton candy and unicorns.

Toddler fairies can create all sorts of mysterious, mystical creatures with only a wish and a prayer. One giant rainbow zebra coming up! So the fantastical blue fairy was named, Locket. Once she learned how to free herself from the locket's enchanted clasp there was no stopping her.

Locket noticed the boy's window happened to be open—just-a-crack, and there was a tiny hole in its screen. That's all she needed. Breaking and entering for a fairy is never a problem. In fact they consider any open window an invitation to visit!

She flew down to the boy. Her translucent blue wings fluttered sending rainbow prism lights all over the poster of Frank Sinatra. "Hmmm...." She thought. "The boy's got good taste. That's a start!"  Gustav had brought attention to the fairy world because of his keen imagination and childlike faith. "Yes he will do... He will do nicely. Such a special boy."

Like a hummingbird Locket buzzed closer to Gustav alerting Taz. He stood up, growled and barked at the intruder. Gustav merely rolled over on his left side and stayed fast asleep.

Locket put her tiny blue forefinger over her even tinier mouth and said, "Shhhhhh..." She ordered,  "Taz go downstairs." The dog obeyed her quick as a whip. Taz knows about fairies. He knows fairies always get their way.

Locket tapped Gustav on his shoulder, Nothing. She flew near his right ear and bellowed, (as much as a locket-sized fairy can bellow) "Wake up sleepy head!"  Still nothing.  "This boy sleeps sounder than Rip Van Winkle!" She buzzed above him landing on the top of his head. She danced an Irish jig she'd learned in the Land of the Leprechauns. It tickled Gus. He scratched his head almost knocking Locket off. She flew out of the way just in the nic of time.

"Okay fella... I see how it is." She descended into his tall blond hair once more. It reminded her of fairy-wheat at harvest time. She began tugging on some stalks. She grabbed fitfulls of his hair, digging her heels into Gustav's scalp she yelled, "Wake up, wake up, wake up!" She'd never played tug-o-war with anyone's hair before. (Well not in a long time anyway.) She pulled and she tugged. She grunted and she yanked. She wound fist fulls of his hair around her wrists and flew up toward the ceiling. Exhausted, Locket began glittering. (Fairies don't perspire—they glitter!) Fanciful pink fairy dust wafted down on the right side of Gustov's head. The magic dust turned the right side of his blond hair a deep brilliant pink. "Oopsie! "cried Locket. She made lots of "oopsies.

Gustov's mother, Liza, turned the key in the front door. Click...

Locket exclaimed, "That's my cue! Gotta run—I mean fly!" She zipped under the bedroom window—opened just-a-crack, and easily slipped through the tiny hole in the screen.

-end of chapter 2-