At first, Charlotte ignored the noises-they sounded a bit like voices, but they were a bit too quiet to be sure, and she was busy working on the second pie.

But soon, they moved closer, and it made it obvious they were closer to her. Just before she could turn around, she felt her skirt flipping up, and then tiny hands grasping her rear. "What's going on?"

Spinning around did nothing to alleviate the grip, of course, the fairy that had grabbed her hanging on. Reaching back, she tried to remove whatever it was that had gotten hold of her.