Caitlinthe Ice Bear

Fairy

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“I can’t believe it’s the last day of camp already,” Kirsty Tate said sadly, as she finished packing her bag and zipped it shut. She gazed around the cozy wooden cabin where she and her best friend, Rachel Walker, had spent the week with four other girls. They’d been staying at an adventure camp and had taken part

Sparkles!Frosty

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in all kinds of activities — exploring caves, canoeing, horseback riding — plus making some very special fairy friends!

The week of camp was almost over now, and their bunkmates had packed their bags and were ready to go home. Kirsty and Rachel were the only ones left in the cabin.

“We’ve had such amazing adventures this week,” Rachel said, smiling as she thought about them.

Kirsty put on her jacket. “Well, our time here isn’t over just yet,” she reminded Rachel. “We’re still going to climb High Hill . . . and we have to

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find the last magical animal, too.”Rachel nodded, an anxious expression

appearing on her face. “Oh, I hope we find the little ice bear,” she said. “I hate thinking about her being lost and alone.”

“Or caught by Jack Frost’s goblins,” Kirsty added, frowning. “We can’t let that happen.”

It was kind of cold outside, so Rachel grabbed their hats and scarves. “Come on,” she said. “The sooner we get out there and start looking, the better!”

No one else at camp knew it, but

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Kirsty and Rachel had been having some extra-special adventures . . . helping the Magical Animal Fairies find their missing animals! Jack Frost had stolen them, but the clever animals had found a way to escape from his Ice Castle and enter the human world, where they’d been lost ever since. So far, the two girls had helped

the fairies track down a baby dragon, a magic black

cat, a young phoenix, a seahorse, a

snow swan, and a unicorn. But they

still needed to find the ice bear cub.Rachel and Kirsty went to meet the

other campers, who were gathered

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outside the camp clubhouse. When everyone was there, one of the counselors, a tall man named Michael, spoke. “It’s the camp tradition to climb High Hill together on the last day of the week,” he said. “And when we get back, we’ll have a special good-bye party. So if everyone’s ready for the hike, let’s go!”

A winding path led up the tall, grassy hill and the group set off together. They

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hadn’t gone very far before they felt a cold wind begin to blow around them. “I’m glad I’ve got my gloves,” Kirsty said, digging them out of her coat pockets. “It’s chilly, isn’t it?”

Rachel nodded, pulling her hat a little lower over her ears. “Yes — and look, there are even patches of frost on the ground up ahead,” she said, pointing them out.

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“Oh!” Kirsty said, walking faster toward them. Rachel had to jog a little to catch up with her, being careful not to slip. Kirsty seemed to speed up even more as they strode along the path.

Before long, the girls were a good way ahead of all the other campers.

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Rachel glanced down and was surprised by how high they’d climbed. The camp already seemed small below them, and the staff preparing for the party looked like tiny stick figures.

Rachel almost slipped on a patch of frost and quickly turned her attention back to the path. “Maybe we should slow

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down,” she suggested, as Kirsty seemed to speed up even more. “It’s very slippery here.”

Kirsty shrugged. “We’ll be fine,” she said. “I feel like I could do anything!”

Rachel glanced at her friend in surprise. Kirsty was in a weird mood! But before Rachel could say anything, they heard Michael shout out behind them, “Girls, slow down! It’s not a race! You guys are leaving the rest of us behind!”

Rachel turned to see Michael waving at them. “Find a spot to wait for the rest of the group,” he called. “Let everyone catch up, OK?”

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“OK,” Rachel agreed, but Kirsty didn’t seem to have heard.

“Rachel, look,” she was saying urgently, grabbing her friend’s arm. “Look at that shrub over there — it’s covered in sparkles!”

Rachel glanced over to where Kirsty was pointing. Sure enough, the dark green bush was bright with tiny

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twinkling lights. Was it more frost or was it . . . ?

Before she could finish her question, a tiny fairy fluttered out of the shrub, with a trail of glittering fairy dust behind her. It was Caitlin the Ice Bear Fairy!

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