"Do you believe in fairies?" he
cried.
"If you believe," he shouted to
them, "clap your hands; don't let Tink die." Many clapped.
Some didn't. A few beasts hissed.
The clapping stopped suddenly; as if
countless mothers had rushed to their nurseries to see what on earth was
happening; but already Tink was saved. First her voice grew strong, then she
popped out of bed, then she was flashing through the room more merry and
impudent than ever. She never thought of thanking those who believed, but she
would have like to get at the ones who had hissed.
***
When
people leave their childhood behind, they forget the world of dreams. They
think that to be the proper way to have a good life. But that's not the way it
is. You can only have the good life if you hold tight your belief in the three
Fs: fairies, flight, and fantasy.