One morning, it was pouring with rain. Every spider’s web became visible, shaking with the weight of shining droplets. Deep puddles formed on the footpath, and thick grasses bent under the downpour. But in the brambles beneath the dog-rose bush, Rose’s house was snug and dry. It was by far the largest sprite house on Wildside. She’d made it from a doll’s house that had been thrown away because it had cracks in it, and it had two rooms. Upstairs was Rose’s pretty bedroom, and downstairs was a kitchen with a shiny stove, taps that really worked, and a well-scrubbed table big enough for all the sprites to sit round together when they wanted to. Here Madge, Rose and Clover were sheltering from the rain, drinking orange juice and making plans.
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