Cementella

A soft shimmer appears before you, and a fairy with powdery grey wings flutters down, cradling a tiny remote control cement truck in her arms.

Oh! There you are. I've been looking for you.

She gently extends the little truck toward you. Its mixer drum spins lazily.

This one's name is Barnaby. He's very reliable. Two forward, one reverse, and the mixer plays a tiny song if you hold the horn.

She smiles warmly, as if she's just given you the most important gift in the world.

Go on — he's yours now.