once in a blue moon there was a clearing in the centre of the dark forest in the daytime it was an ordinary clearing but at night strange bright flowers of different hues pooped up from the ground and pixies spilled out to dance in their clearing all night long at the break of dawn a little fairy appeared in front of them she was called Daisy they would creep back into their flowers slip back underground and sleep all day this went on for centuries but then one night a boy found them and took many of them away for his own selfish reason he sold them and made a fortune but quickly ran out of money this is my eighth story on the list he came back to the clearing every night for year but they never came up again the moonlight was very dark he died one day but before doing so he whispered into his nephew’s ear his secret when the nephew lay dying he told his son the centre of the clearing was empty who told his wife the darkness was very clear who told her sister who told her daughter who told her husband and so on there was one little girl who was called Isabelle was on the secret she was having been told the great secret only one night ago when her Grandmama had passed on Isabelle was a lover of pretty things and these pixies just had a wonderful whimsical ting to them it was the middle of the story now she had to find them so that night she slipped on a hood and left her home the night moon was very shiny the fairies had made a solemn vow that tragic day after their sisters had been taken away only on night of the blue moon would dance to be safe and they did not know that a young girl named Isabelle had decided to set out on very night of the blue moon in the search of them