The ground was soft and the small hole easy to dig. She had chosen a spot under the old Elm tree at the bottom of the garden. It was her fairy tree and she only played with her best friends here. She looked inside the small velveteen bag one last time and fingered the gold ring with the blue, blue stone. Around it were the shiny pieces of glass. She'd tried to count them but she could only count to 20. Aunty could count higher. She'd ask her later.
Ah, love it!