Lily tied it on. “Thanks for your help,” she said.
“You were great!” said Jess.
“Mr. Cleverfeather,” said Goldie, “lead the Boggits away from the source, won’t you?”
“I will, fevver near,” he said, and flew off, leaving everyone giggling.
They headed back to the barge.
“We can get off the island,” Lily said, “but what about the Boggits? We can’t leave them here.”
“Let them swim,” said Jess.
“But they hate clean water,” said Goldie. “They’ll never get in.”
A firm, clear voice said, “They will with our beaks behind them.”
“Silvia!” cried Jess as the swan bobbed into view.
“We heard the shouting, so we stayed in case you needed help,” said Silvia. “My sisters and I will take care of the Boggits. You take the barge.”
Lily smiled at the little duckling nestled in her arms. “You’ll be back with your family soon,” she said.
“Oh, thank you!” said Ellie happily, and promptly fell asleep.
The river current soon carried the barge back to its usual mooring place. As they drew near there was a flurry of flapping wings and a lot of excited quacking.
Mr. and Mrs. Featherbill were thrilled to have Ellie back. Her brothers and sisters waddled happily around her and nuzzled her with their bills.
“Tell us about your adventure,” they begged.
Ellie’s parents thanked the girls and Goldie for saving Willowtree River. “I don’t know what we’d have done if Grizelda’s plan had succeeded,” said Mrs. Featherbill. “But thank you most of all for rescuing Ellie.” She gave them each a warm feathery hug.
Mr. Featherbill held out his wingtip to shake hands, but changed his mind and got a big hug, too.
“Now,” said his wife, “there’s still time for Ellie to have a birthday party, so let’s get the barge ready for some fun!”
Lily, Jess, and Goldie helped clean up and prepare the food, and Mr. Featherbill flew off to tell all Ellie’s friends there would be a party after all. When they’d finished tidying up, Lily and Jess slipped away and found a beautiful rosebush in a meadow. Together, they made a new flowery birthday crown, which they took back to the barge and placed on Ellie’s head.
“Thank you, Lily and Jess!” Ellie said happily.
It wasn’t long before everyone was sitting at a big table on the riverbank next to the barge. Lots of Ellie’s animal friends had arrived. Bertie the badger was there and Molly Twinkletail—and Mr. Cleverfeather, of course.
The Flippershell family turned up in rainbow formation and floated on their backs in the river, with teacups balanced on their tummies.
Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the side of the barge. They looked over the edge to see Silvia and her sisters knocking with their strong beaks.
“Welcome to my party!” cried Ellie.
When everyone was full of honey buns, hazelnut and cranberry cookies, mushroom patties, and minty lemon soda, Mrs. Featherbill brought out a tray of birthday cupcakes. Each was topped with rosebuds made of creamy icing.
“I decorated the cupcakes myself,” Ellie whispered shyly to Jess and Lily. “I’m glad the Boggits didn’t find them.” She touched each of the girls with a soft wingtip. “Thank you for saving me,” she said, “and for keeping the river safe!”
“You’re very welcome,” Lily told her. “Happy birthday, Ellie!”
Soon it was time to go. Jess and Lily said good-bye to everyone and followed Goldie back through the forest to the magical tree with golden leaves. The cat touched a paw to the trunk and a door appeared.
“Grizelda will be angry that her plan failed,” she told the girls. “She’s sure to come up with a new way to try to make all the animals leave.”
“Come and find us when she does,” said Jess. “We’ll do our best to stop her!”
Goldie hugged them both good-bye. Lily opened the door in the tree and the girls stepped into the shimmering golden light. When the glow faded, they found themselves once more in Brightley Meadow.
“Wow,” said Jess, rubbing her eyes. “A barge of ducks, the Mystery Maze, and a Feather Finder … That was an amazing adventure!”
They ran to the stream and giggled as they skipped across the stepping-stones, thinking of the Flippershells.
A little farther along, they saw Jess’s dad kneeling on the bank, feeding cake crumbs to the baby ducklings.
“Hello, you two,” he said. “Lily’s dad told me these little fellows had just been released, so I thought I’d bring them a treat.” He laughed. “It’s like a ducks’ tea party!”
The girls grinned at each other. They knew what a ducks’ tea party was really like!
The End
Jess used a stick to scrape her sneaker clean and Goldie shook glistening water droplets from her fur.
“Now what?” Lily said. “We can’t go any farther, because of the swamp.”
“The Boggits and Bella can’t have come this way, either. Let’s go back to where we last saw footprints,” Jess suggested.
It had stopped raining, but they had to splash through lots of puddles on their way back to where the prints had been.
“I definitely saw a print here,” said Jess, stopping.
The path split into three directions. One led to the swamp and another went back to the Toadstool Glade.
Goldie pointed down the third path. “Bella must have gone that way—and those awful Boggits, too. Come on!”
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Bella Tabbypaw
in Trouble
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