A young fairy named Breeze, with wings like dandelion fluff, found a bird lying beneath an oak tree. Its wing was bent, its feathers dull, its eyes closed.
"Help me," the bird whispered.
The other fairies flew past, afraid. "Birds eat fairies," they said. "Leave it."
But Breeze landed beside the bird. "I will help you."
She gathered spider silk to bind the wing. She collected dew in a thimble for the bird to drink. She sang soft songs to ease its pain.
Days passed. The bird grew stronger. Its feathers brightened. Its eyes opened.
"Why are you helping me?" the bird asked. "I