Dottie Sprinkles

The magical town of Ferry Harbor was the perfect place for Dottie Sprinkles’s new ice cream shop. Glitterina’s team had done a wonderful job, and now it was opening day.

Dottie’s little dog, Twister, ran out of the secret door hidden in the painting that covered the whole wall.

“Twister, have you been in Glitterina’s way again? You know she is busy working her special magic!” She scooped him up as he shook the gold glitter dust from his ears. “You sit here while I sweep the dust up,” Dottie said sweetly to him.

She made sure the secret door was shut and pushed the glitter dust into the corner with her foot until she could return with the broom.

Just then the door opened, and twin girls skipped in.

One of the girls said, “Mommy, did you see the outside of the shop? It looks like an ice cream cone.”

They stopped when they saw Dottie. The other sister said, “Her hair looks like an ice cream cone too!”

“Hi, my name is Dottie Sprinkles. Welcome to my fairy special ice cream shop.”

Giggling and excited, the girls whispered to each other.

“Did she say fairy?” Sydni asked.

Their mommy introduced herself and then gave the girls the look that said “Manners, please.”

“I’m Sydni, and this is Lori. You can tell us apart because I have a heart birthmark on my shoulder. Want to see it?”

Their mommy changed the subject. “Let’s choose our ice cream.”

“Wow” was all the girls could say as they saw the glass cases full of ice cream flavors they had never even heard of. Behind them on the wall were tall glass containers, each holding a different topping with the name of each written in glitter. They saw Purple Pixie Puffs, Cotton Candy Clouds, Fun Frilly Freckles, and on and on.

How would they choose?

They finally ordered, but it wasn’t until they had eaten their ice creams that they noticed what was painted on the wall. They moved closer to get a better look.

The girls squealed with delight when they realized there were fairies in the painting. Each one had a different job. One was gathering sprinkles from the clouds; another was scooping chocolate from the river. Other fairies were gathering candy from the rainbow and the gum drop trees.

Lori saw something shining in the corner on the floor. “Whoa, could that be gold fairy dust?” she asked Sydni. Their Grandma Clara had spoken of it, but they had never seen any.

Their mommy was busy talking to one of her friends, and no one was looking their way. Lori pulled out her purple pouch and scooped the sparkling fairy dust into it.

Their mommy told them it was time to leave.

Sydni smiled at Dottie Sprinkles and said, “We’ll be back soon.”

She grinned and said, “Have a fairy special day.”

“Mommy, she said ‘fairy,’” Sydni said.

Sydni’s mommy smiled and corrected her. “She said ‘very.’” Then she said to Dottie, “The girls just love fairies.”

Dottie smiled, and the girls’ mommy opened the door, just as Sydni saw a fairy move on the painting.

“Lori, look! The fairy on the painting is real.”