Once upon a time, just sitting below rainbow number seven, there was a tiny fairy brushing her hair. With each brushing, there were sparks of stars shinging from her hair. A bird, who just happened to pass the rainbow in the morning sun that day, saw this spectacular event. His eyes became wide and he almost dropped out of the air, because he forgot to spread his wings. He was so disrupted and stared so intensely at her beauty, that he flew in circles around the tiny pretty fairy.

„Why are you doing this?“, asked the bird after a while. Startled, the fairy faced the bird. She didn’t realise it being there, because she had been so lost in her thoughts. „I’m brushing my hair“, the tiny fairy said, „because it makes the stars shine brighter.“ And she added: „By the way, why are you doing this?“ „What am I doing?“, asked the bird in confusion. „You’re circling around me, as if I were a sun.“ Replied the fairy. „But you are a sun. My sun. And from now on, I will follow you wherever you may go.“
The fairy sighed heavily. „I wish you would, but that won’t be possible.“ „Why not?“ asked a confused bird. „Because I only appear where rainbow number 7 appears. Over this rainbow is the only way I can walk from my world into yours.“ Answered a sad fairy. „So I’ll just follow rainbow number seven then!“ answered the bird confidently. „But“, answered a very sad fairy, „rainbow number seven never appears on the same spot. That’s why I don’t have any friends.“ And a huge teardrop, ridiculously huge for such a tiny fairy, rolled down her cheek. But the bird wouldn’t give up that fast. „So isn’t there any way how I can come into your world?“
"Yes there is", answered the fairy apprehensive, because she thought the bird might possibly really would try this, "but it is extremely dangerous."

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