Love this shit. John Hugues deals into nostalgia, and while his stash isn't pure, it certainly is potent. Gets me (and an army of teenagers) high on unbridled fantasy and imaginary& impossible mischief, while making a few points that are worth reminding. You are missing "it".
A fairy's work is much more than, at first, it might appear. Suppose your broken clock ticks, though it hasn't in a year. Perchance you find a toy you lost, or jingling bells you hear. It all means that one very special fairy might be near. 松鼠哭那点笑死我了哈哈