Three little fairies popped through the crack from Fairyland. One wore pink sparkles and held a glittering wand. Her name was Chantal, and she lead the way.
"This is not our garden," she said. "Where is the trampoline? Where is the camellia bush?"
"We're at the beach," Zaira exclaimed. "It's almost as good as a trampoline." Zaira was the blue fairy. She had big, graceful blue wings. "Look at all the sand! Look at all the waves! Hiya!"she cried in glee.
"Look," said Lucy. She was a golden fairy. "See the sun going down."
The sea was very big. They looked out across the waves and saw the sun. It looked like a big gold and orange ball going down. It made the sky red and gold and mauve around it. The sea was blue, but some of it was gold.
Drops of splashing water looked pink and gold.
"Look at the children playing," Zaira said.
Little children ran into the water. Then they squealed with laughter and ran away from the waves. The waves chased them up the beach.
"But we are so tiny," Chantal said. "How can we play that?"
"We fly," Zaira cried.
The blue fairy flew above the waves. She swooped down close, but before the waves could reach up and grab her, she flapped her wings and went straight up. The water could not reach her. She laughed.
"Let's do it again!"
All three fairies played with the waves. Chantal waved her magic wand, and even the sand began to glitter as the sun went down.
"Look," the grown ups said. "It's like the sea is laughing."