At the crack of dawn, Tinkerbell opened her eyes feeling rejuvenated and ready to take another stab at building her work bench. She got dressed, making sure to transfer the rabbit into the pocket of her work uniform. When Tinkerelias finally woke up the two of them ate breakfast together and then left for work.

In the warehouse Tinkerbell headed straight toward her makeshift workbench. She dreaded reaching the far corner of the warehouse where she had spent the entire previous day learning how hard carpentry is. Light shone through the high windows of the warehouse and created the illusion of a spotlight shinning directly on her shameful work area. Perhaps it was a trick of the light or wishful thinking on Tinkerbell's part, but the quality of her table seemed to have markedly increased. As she stepped closer to the table, she realized that it was not an illusion at all. Her table looked stunning.

It was beautifully crafted with four sturdy legs and a surface as smooth as silk. She looked around for an explanation for the change in craftsmanship and found none. Finally, she rationalized it away as the nature of the work. She decided to believe that all constructed works look horrendous on the day of their creation and then require an extra day to reach their full potential. The table looked just as well built as any of the others and it was giving Tinkerbell a newfound sense of confidence in her abilities. Of course she could do her job well. The queen had designated her to be a tinker so she must have the innate carpentry abilities that all tinkers possess.

Over the next month, fairy month which equates to about 30 human years, Tinkerbell nailed down her routine and started thriving as a tinker. Every morning she would wake up at the crack of dawn and get dressed for work in her brown work dress with her bunny friend in the pocket. She would then make breakfast for herself and Tinkerelias.

Tinkerelias would eat so quickly that he spent most of breakfast just watching Tinkerbell eat. At work Tinkerbell accomplished more every day. She quickly rose to be one of the top producers in the warehouse, finishing her inventions in half the time that it took others. Tinkerslay even noticed her improvement and praised her on several occasions. But success breeds jealousy, and Tinkerbell could feel some of the other fairies giving her dirty looks. It was no bother to Tinkerbell though. She had found her rhythm and was living on cloud nine.

Tinkerbell opened her eyes on a day like any other. She turned on her side to look at Tinkerelias, as she sometimes did, and watched him sleep for a few minutes. Then, she sat up stretching and took a quick survey of her home. She smiled as she admired her small kitchen with the quaint round table where she and Tinkerelias often ate breakfast. On the table she saw the vase of daisies that Tinkerelias picked fresh daily. The scent that wafted over from the flowers brought up memories of simple yet significant conversations about life, love, and happiness. Although the huge fairy seemed oaf-like in appearance, he was excellent at weaving his words to convey the sweetest of sentiments. The two of them not only ate but laughed, argued, and smiled while spending time at that little round table.

Above the kitchen table was a window covered by curtains that Tinkerbell had constructed herself at the request of Tinkerelias. The window had been placed on the east facing wall so that sun would shine through all morning and give energy to the fairies living there. Although fairies need a large amount of sunlight to give them strength, the amount of light coming through the window combined with that from the skylight was too much for Tinkerbell and Tinkerelias. She had been happy to construct the curtains when he asked because sewing was the only tinker skill that she had always felt confident in.

The pink and blue striped curtains were currently covering the window so that no light could enter. Tinkerbell reached toward the curtains and prepared to pull them back. The window was placed in such a way that as soon as she took away the curtains, the sunlight would hit Tinkerelias directly in the face. It had become normal for her to wake him up in this manner.

But, Tinkerbell was feeling kind this morning. She could have ripped open the curtains and let the intense sunlight jar him awake, but she made breakfast instead. This morning she would let the smell of freshly baked biscuits and warm peach compote ease him awake. As she pulled the biscuits out of the oven, she heard Tinkerelias move around in his bed. Tinkerbell looked up at him as he rubbed the sleep out of his puppy dog eyes. It made her want to pet him and give him a bone. He stood up and straightened out his disheveled work tunic.

Tinkerbell was one of the few home fairies that didn't sleep in her work outfit. Tinkerelias sat at the table and stared at his empty plate then stared back at her then looked down to the plate and back up again. Tinkerbell knew that he was incapable of forming coherent sentences when he was hungry so she wasn't offended by his lack of niceties. She put five biscuits on his plate and took one for herself. After putting the warm peach compote on the table, she sat down across from Tinkerelias. He ate aggressively with a huge smile on his face. It made Tinkerbell happy to sit at the same table as him. His love of food was contagious. She ate slowly as usual while thinking about how great it would be if things stayed this way forever. A calm happy life filled with lazy breakfasts, fulfilling work, and time with her best friend was all she could ask for.

Later at the warehouse, Tinkerbell was working on a new type of plow for the plant fairies when a feeling of unease settled in her stomach. She shifted her weight a couple of times before she realized the problem. For the first time in months, she had forgotten to put the little wooden rabbit into her pocket before leaving for work. It was still in the pocket of her green dress which was hanging up in her closet at home. The difference in weight that came from not having the bunny was slight, but it was still unbelievably distracting for Tinkerbell. At this rate her work would never get finished. She decided to fly home during her lunch break to retrieve the stranded rabbit.