Kirkus Review

A fairy tending their garden manages to survive a gaggle of young intruders. In halting cadences typical of the long-running--and increasingly less amusing--How To Catch… series, the startled mite--never seen face-on in Elkerton's candy-colored pictures and indeterminate of gender--wonders about the racially diverse interlopers: "Do they know that I can grant wishes? / Or that a new fairy is born when they giggle?" The visual action rather belies the sweetness of the verses, the palette, the bright flowers, and the multicolored resident zebras and unicorns, as after repeated, elaborately designed efforts to trap or even shoot (with a peashooter) the fairy come to naught, the laughing children are escorted out of the garden beneath a rising moon. The encounter ends on a (perhaps unconsciously) ominous note. "Hope they find their way back sometime," the butterfly-winged narrator concludes. "And just maybe next time they'll stay!" (This book was reviewed digitally.) The premise is worn gossamer thin, and the joke stopped being funny, if it ever was, long ago. (Picture book. 5-7) Copyright (c) Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.