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SILVER SONA [1/2] Hair that curls like the ocean's waves. A voice so beautiful that all men must stop and listen. The ability to get out again from whatever she gets into, said the last fairy godmother, and blew her nose. The townsfolk of Egg gave the startled parents sympathetic squeezes. One never knew what to expect from fairy godmothers. Small surprises and a few crushing disappointments aside, it was a cherished tradition for the fairy godmothers, once a year, to bless the children in every town and village that belonged to the King of the Red Hills. The godmothers were compensated quite richly in cobwebs and dewdrops gathered at da