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no failure. You said it yourself: Susan needed to learn to love. It was your open heart that brought out that love. That’s the most important thing a fairy godmother could ever do. Failure? Maybelle—you’re a smashing success!”
    Maybelle blinked in astonishment. “Love, huh? Gee, that’s pretty classy.”
    â€œIt beats the heck out of magic apples,” said Mr. Peters.
    Edna, who was standing behind Maybelle, began to sniffle.
    Maybelle turned around. “Why Edna,” she said. “What’s the matter?”
    â€œI’m so embarrassed!” wailed the tall fairy godmother. “Mr. Peters has seen what I’ve done!”
    â€œWhat did you do?” asked Maybelle, genuinely puzzled.
    â€œI fell in love!”
    â€œOh, that,” said Maybelle, waving her hand as if shaking something away. “You should never be embarrassed about loving someone.”
    Mr. Peters nodded. “Well put, Maybelle. She’s right, Edna. You mustn’t be embarrassed about loving someone.”
    â€œBut the rules…” sniffed Edna.
    â€œAre made to be broken,” said Mr. Peters. “As in this case. The being you fell in love with is not a human but an immortal. Therefore, you can still live in the blue.”
    â€œWonderful!” said Maybelle.
    â€œWhat about Zozmagog?” asked Edna, putting a protective hand on his shoulder.
    Mr. Peters smiled. “He comes, too. But I’ll warn you, he’s going to have to earn his way.”
    â€œHow can I do that?” asked Zozmagog.
    â€œI want you and Edna to start a school to train fairy godmothers. You should be very useful, Zozmagog; you can teach the trainees about some of the dirty tricks they can expect to face from imps.” He stooped to pick up Maybelle’s wand. “Tricks like sabotaged magic wands.”
    â€œWhy you little devil!” said Maybelle.
    Out of habit, Zozmagog looked around, looking for someone else to blame. When he realized that wasn’t possible, he said softly, “Sorry about that, Maybelle.”
    â€œNow,” said Mr. Peters, “I think it’s time we headed for home.”
    â€œNot yet,” said Edna. “There’s one more thing, and I want to do it now, before we go.” Turning to Maybelle, Edna lifted the Fairy Godmother of the Year medallion from around her own neck. “Here, Maybelle,” she said gently. “I think you should have this.”
    â€œThe Fairy Godmother of the Year award! Oh, no, Edna. I couldn’t—”
    â€œTake it, Maybelle,” said Mr. Peters gently. “You’ve earned it.”
    â€œGosh,” said Maybelle, as Edna placed the medallion around her neck.
    â€œOh, Maybelle!” cried Susan. “I’m so happy for you.” She threw her arms around Maybelle and gave her a hug. “Only—will I ever see you again?”
    Maybelle smiled sadly. “I don’t think so, dear. After all, you don’t really need me anymore.”
    â€œBut…”
    â€œBut there’s one thing you need to know. I really do like you. A lot! And I’ll be watching over you.”
    Susan smiled.
    â€œCome along, Maybelle,” said Mr. Peters. “It’s time for us to be going.”
    â€œHey, what about me?” cried Zitzel.
    â€œCan he come with us?” asked Zozmagog.
    â€œAre you kidding?” cried Zitzel. “I’d be bored silly. And I’m silly enough as it is.”
    â€œCan he stay with us?” asked Susan, turning to her mother. “He’s kind of cute.”
    â€œOh, Susan, really, I don’t think—”
    â€œBut Mother,” said Susan, “charity begins at home.”
    â€œI don’t eat much,” added Zitzel.
    â€œBut think of all the trouble,” said Mr. Pfenstermacher.
    â€œI prefer mischief to trouble,” said Zitzel, trying to look innocent. “Besides, I would protect the