From her favorite hiding spot inside the closet, Kara watched her Mother step around a large pile of books.
“I’m going to the library. If this mess isn’t cleaned up by the time I return there will be no ice skating this weekend,” she said.
Kara sat quietly in her closet and listened for her Mother’s footsteps to disappear down the hall.
“I don’t get it,” Kara said to Pug. “It’s my space. I like it this way.” She continued sitting in the hollow darkness of her closet thinking how she was really looking forward to skating. Kara loved the feeling of being free, like a bird, as she would glide smoothly across the ice.
Her first glance from behind the closet door was blocked by a mound of clothes. Rising up on her knees, dramatically Kara threw herself onto the pile of clothes, pretending to be lying in a pile of dry leaves and surveyed her space. Books were thrown all over. Dolls and toys were under the bed and dresser. Stuffed animals hung by an arm or leg from the toy chest. Kara saw what appeared to be a sock stuck under the mattress.
She looked at the crystal sun catcher in the window and followed the prisms along the bedroom walls. Suddenly, the prisms began dancing. They moved along the iridescent stars which made up the Constellations on her ceiling. The rainbow prisms moved faster around the room, picking up speed and Kara got dizzy – fast.
“Hey, Pug.” Pug barked at the sound of a squeaky little voice coming from nowhere. Kara stood in the middle of her room looking around.
“Pug, did you hear that?” Kara said as she picked Pug up from the floor.
“Over here,” the voice squeaked. “On top of your fish bowl.”
Kara moved cautiously toward the book case where she kept Rodman, her fish.
“Kid, you really ought to get rid of this smelly fish.” Rodman died a week ago.
There on top of the fishbowl, was a yellow looking sort of man with a funny face. He was tiny like a toy soldier. He had a big nose and large ears. “IT” was wearing a blue cap, a green outfit and on its shoulders a tiny pair of wings.
Pug snorted as Kara reached her finger forward to touch it.
“You touch me and I’ll send you to orbit for eternity,” it squeaked.
“Look, kid,” it spoke. “I’m here to help you clean up this slum.”
Pug barked and Kara smiled from ear to ear.
“Don’t be so happy, squirt,” it ordered. “First you have to show me that I should help you.”
“But who are you?” Kara asked.
“I’m Duffy, The Bedroom Fairy.”
“Really, a fairy?” Kara said laughing. “And I’m the Princess of Wales.”
“Look, squirt,” Duffy spoke now jumping from the fishbowl to the windowsill. “If you don’t need my help, I can leave. You know Billy at 317 Pineapple Street? He really needs me…”
No, don’t go,” Kara said. Pug’s head tilted left, then right. The look of worry.
“First, sort those clothes. Put the dirty ones in the hamper and the clean ones on your bed,” Duffy said.
Suddenly, with a flick of his wings, Duffy had the covers on the bed moving in midair, twirling around in circles until they landed perfectly in place.
“Wait a minute,” Kara said. “If you can do that, then why can’t you sort the clothes?
“Because I can only help you, if YOU help you,” Duffy said.
Kara sorted the clothes shoving three shirts, a dress and four pairs of socks into the hamper. On the bed, she placed a sweater.
“Now, straighten those stuffed animals,” Duffy ordered.
“What are you going to do?” Kara asked.
With another flick of his wings, Duffy had the books on the floor flying through the air, two at a time, onto the bookshelves.
Kara tossed the toys to Pug who then stuffed them into the chest.
“This is amazing,” Kara said to Pug. The room was now spotless.
“See how easy it is to get help when you are willing to help yourself,” the fairy said. “There’s nothing magical about it.”