“Could you have one for your birthday?” says Emerald. “Mum won’t let me,” replies her friend, glumly. “She said I’d play with it for five minutes and then guess who’d be left looking after it?” “Who?” asks Emerald. “I’ve no idea!” Sapphire sighs again, and Emerald pats her sympathetically on the shoulder. GreatUncle Twinkletoes?
Boris?
Tula the fairy who lives at the bottom of the garden? Who would end up looking after Sapphire’s pet?