She was right. It seemed for awhile that it was impossible to loosen it. Billy Jay picked and picked. Twinkle and Winkle gnawed and gnawed, but all of their efforts seemed of no use.
Finally Uncle Whiskers said, “I will take the axe and chop away the outside of the stump.”
“I will take the pitch-fork and lift the soft pulp away,” cried Sammy Woodchuck.
So they worked and worked until they had broken the stump apart and the Tree-Fairy was free once more.
As she stepped out into the green meadow, she was so happy that she danced and as she danced, her little silver slippers twinkled and glittered.
“Isn’t she wonderful?” whispered Winkle to Twinkle.
“Yes. She is so lovely that I am afraid she will not stay with us,” whispered Twinkle to Winkle.
Uncle Whiskers looked and looked at the Tree-Fairy until his eyes were almost blinded by her sparkle in the sunshine. He said:
“Please come over here under the shade of this tree, where we can look at you all we wish and then tell us how you came to be in that tree.”