![]() ![]() ![]() He measured and handed out the fairy dust that allowed Never Land’s fairies to fly and do their magic. Terence moved out of the sunlight and into the room, but he continued to shimmer. ![]() She looked up and saw a dark figure silhouetted in the sunny doorway. Beneath Tink’s hammer the copper moved as easily as if she were smoothing the folds in a blanket. Ping! Ping! Ping! Tink began to pound away. Even her workshop was made from a teakettle that had once belonged to a Clumsy. She loved anything metal that could be cracked or dented. ![]() Tink was a pots-and-pans fairy, and her greatest joy came from fixing things. On the walls hung portraits of some of the pans and ladles and washtubs Tink had mended. Tink was trying to determine how to tap it to make it right again.Īll around Tink lay her tinkering tools: basket full of rivets, scraps of tin, pliers, iron wire, and swatches of steel wool for scouring a pot until it shone. The pot had been squashed nearly flat on one side. With one hand, she clutched her tinker’s hammer, and with the other, she tugged at her blond bangs, which was Tink’s habit when she was thinking hard about something. One sunny, breezy, afternoon in Pixie Hollow, Tinker Bell sat in her workshop, frowining at a copper pot. ![]()
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