Birdie's Book by Jan Bozarth; Andrea Burden

Author:Jan Bozarth; Andrea Burden
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Fantasy, Childrens
ISBN: 9780375892905
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Published: 2009-08-25T10:00:00+00:00

I inched toward the large wardrobe. The sides were covered in the same stickers as my old suitcase. The fairy queen pulled open the wardrobe doors. It was packed with clothes, and mirrors hung on the inside of each door. Kerka came up beside me to look in as well.

“Go on,” the fairy queen urged. “Dress for adventure.” She looked from Kerka to me. “And don’t worry, the clothes are all fairy-made, so they will fit both of you.”

Kerka and I riffled through colorful dresses, silk saris, suede ponchos, satin kimonos, velvet jackets, and gypsy skirts hanging on the racks. My favorites were a cloak trimmed in golden beads like berries, a cotton sarong embroidered with fall leaves, and a skirt of peacock feathers. There was every fabric I’d ever seen hanging there, plus some that were unfamiliar and felt like water or cobwebs.

We opened a huge bottom drawer to find more: knobby-knit sweaters, patched jeans, woolly tights, and patterned leggings. On a top shelf was more footwear than it seemed possible to hold, everything from galoshes and glittered shoes to cowboy boots and tap shoes. The queen showed us one more drawer, which telescoped out to display masks, fairy wings, necklaces, tiaras, bangles and bracelets, paper fans, scarves of every shape and size, and hats with ribbons and feathers in every color of the rainbow.

“So, dress for adventure, right?” I said to the fairy queen.

“Adventure, danger, whatever you want to call it,” said the queen. “You’ll do wonderfully, but don’t take too long!” With that, she swept out of our dressing-room bower.

“Come on, Kerka, let’s do wonderfully!” I said.

We dug into the clothes like pirates dive into a treasure chest. I picked a pair of boots much like Mo’s but with glittery green laces.

“What do you think?” I asked, lacing them up.

“Definitely, yes!” said Kerka. “Fun but practical.”

“Well?” Kerka asked. I turned and saw that her eyes and nose were covered by a sequined bird mask.

“Absolutely not!” I declared. “Too much of a disguise.”

I chose a spring green tunic stitched with daisies that reminded me of Belle, and a long lacy white skirt. “How about this?” I asked, twirling so the lace of the skirt floated up.

Kerka frowned.

“No on the skirt, huh?” I said. I hung it back up and pulled on sky-blue velvet cargo pants instead. They had deep pockets into which I put my half of the Singing Stone. Then I tied an eggplant-purple kerchief on my head like a headband. When I saw the carved-wood wardrobe lady wink, I knew I looked good. But what I liked about the outfit was how the daisies on the shirt reminded me of Belle, how the color of the scarf reminded me of Mo’s house, and how the color of the pants reminded me of my old blue door back in Califa.

I checked myself out in the mirror. The purple scarf brought out the gold highlights in my hair. Redbird, looks like your hair’s on fire! I said to myself, remembering what my dad used to tell me when my hair shone in the sunlight.

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