“The fairies put on their thinking caps, which were red and pointy.”

“PEASEBLOSSOMA gloaming peace this evening with it bringsIn the countryside where we lay our sceneToad-ballad accompan'd, crickets sing,and cupcake crumbs make fairy hands unclean.An indignant Moth squeaked, "There were cupcakes?!”

“It is a truth universally acknowledged that a fairy in possesion of a good appetite must be in want of pie.”

“There was no slipper, nor spinning wheel, nor true love's first kiss. This was not a fairy tale with a happily ever after.”

“It is a truth universally acknowledged," Mustardseed said, flying in lazy loops like an intoxicated bumblebee, "that a fairy in possession of a good appetite must be in want of pie.”

“This is a theater," Bertie, annoyed by the inquisition, dropped him onto stage. Several feet of slack cable landed atop the fairy in a slithering heap."Oh!" Peaseblossom said. "You've buried him alive!”

“Nate handed it over the expert, and Waschbär examined it in turn, finally concluding with a low whistle. "No, not a diamond. It's a star.""A star?" the fairies chorused."Yer cryin' th' stars from yer eyes." Nate's hands on the reins tightened as he added, "Fer Ariel.”