Citrine Cindy claps her hands. “Time to play!” she cries as she flies to door number eleven, sparkling with tiny crystals and golden spirals.

The door opens easily, to reveal a small jewelry box: just the right size for a little fairy.

Clutching it to her chest, she returns to the ground bearing her prize with a smile of joy. The other fairies gather.

It is a carved wooden box, with a picture of a fountain on its lid and stars on its sides. Cautiously, Cindy opens the box, her sparkling yellow body glowing with curiosity.

The inside of the lid hides a gold rimmed mirror, and a wind up ballerina takes pride of place beneath. Cindy laughs as she turns the metal screw. Beautiful music drifts through the glade as the tiny ballerina rotates, pink tutu glinting in the winter sun.

Necklaces, bracelets and rings confront the fairies, in all colours and sizes. With much laughter the girls try on the jewelry, and the whole glade shines silver and gold as they dance.

The jewelry party has begun, and will now last for hours.

The golden dove returns, and looks down from the trees approvingly.