No bigger than his thumbnail, the creature had a steel pin in the base, which he pushed into the earth next to a fairy. Her pale skin and slim face reminded him of Sam. The fairy’s slim legs dangled over the edge of the bowl-sized pool he’d created. Her dress looked like it was made out of petunia petals and her long straight hair was in a high ponytail, the way Sam wore it when she went to yoga. Okay, he had enough pieces in place to test the stability of the channel he’d created. The water was supposed to meander from the fountain at the top of the berm down through the fairy world, and then funnel into an irrigation system for the vegetable garden. “This is either going to be great or set off a mudslide,” he muttered. Hearing a clack-clack sound from Ron, watching him from the aviary, he shot the bird a warning look. “No laughing,” he told him. He started up the hose, then opened the valve. Sitting back on his haunches, he watched the rock fountain fill with water.
