I hold out the palm of my hand, and one of the little pixies lands on it. Her voice sounds like tiny tinkling bells. I lift my palm closer to my ear to hear her speak.

“My name is Twee,” she says. “The Pretty Pixies wish to know if you mean us any harm.”

I answer softly so as not to hurt her ears. “I’m Daisy,” I whisper. “And we mean you no harm at all. We’re only looking for my friend’s lost melody.”

“Oh!” Twee twitters. “Is the melody very loud and musical?”

I nod. “And bright and shiny.”

“Your friend’s melody is beautiful,” says Twee. “But it was too loud and bright for tiny sprites like us. We had the Golly Ghosts take it away.”

“The who?” I ask too loudly, and Twee flits away from my hand.

Posey knows exactly who she is talking about. “Uh-oh,” he says. “The Golly Ghosts are troublemakers. They’re also very fond of treasure.”

Andever shakes her mane with concern. “Oh dear. My melody is doomed! I could turn into a storm cloud without my melody.”

I shake my finger at Andever. “We’re not going to give up now,” I say firmly. “We are going to see the Golly Ghosts. I have handled a few troublemakers in my world, you know.”

And, without another word, we’re on our way . . . careful not to step on the itty-bitty village below.