Walking down at the banks of the Dismal, the Frumpy Fairy Godmother squints at something she sees in the water, then smiles. She wanders a bit, her hand seeming to snatch at the air a few times, then has a seat, reaching to her head to pull out a few hair pins and bending them, rubbing them against a rock until one end is sharpened, then taking thread from the hem of her dress. Humming happily under her breath, she ties the caught bugs to the newly curved hairpins.
After looking around to see if anyone is watching, she removes some longer thread, attaches one end to her hairpin, and the other to her wand. She gets up, moving back to the Dismal. She extends the wand out with her hand and it slowly.... grows. When it is about six feet long, she flicks it out over the water, sending the hairpin fly.... flying.
AnnieLee