Everything else appeared to be normal too. The red fires in the ring of furnaces burned as before, and the crystal sphere still glowed yellow with fairy dust. Gwendolyn—her eyes heavy, her face smeared with chocolate—sat watching us from the front steps of her dollhouse. “Is there something I can help you with, Pookie?” she asked. Pookie? “No thank you,” said Mr. Grim, heading for the talkback. “You just enjoy the rest of your chocolate.” Gwendolyn smiled wide and popped another piece of chocolate in her mouth. I stood there gaping. Surely this was not the same Yellow Fairy I’d met before, what with her sunny disposition and pet names for Mr. Grim. Noticing my surprise, Nigel whispered the word chocolate in my ear. I looked at him quizzically and he said, “How do you think Mr. Grim kept her from gobbling him up back there in the Black Forest?”
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