Waylon was a young magician who lived in a cozy treehouse high among the leaves. He wore a small blue robe that brushed his knees. He carried a simple wooden wand with a bright star carved on the tip. Waylon was kind, shy, and very gentle. He practiced small spells each morning.
His best friend was Toy, a little plush dragon with soft green wings and bright glass eyes. Toy loved to squawk softly when he was happy. He followed Waylon everywhere. Waylon and Toy liked to laugh together under the dappled sunlight in the treehouse.
One sunny morning, Waylon reached for his wand and felt only air. He frowned. He looked under his pillow. He peered behind his desk. He searched inside his treasure chest. The wand was gone!
“Oh no,” Waylon whispered. He felt his heart thump in his chest. Without his wand, he could not practice magic.
Toy flapped his tiny wings. He squeaked once. Then he squeaked three more times. Toy pointed toward the open window. Toy said, “Let’s look outside!”
Waylon nodded. He put on his little boots and climbed down the ladder. Toy hopped on his shoulder. They stepped onto a narrow wooden platform that curved around the tree trunk. Below them, branches swayed in a gentle breeze.
They looked near the basket of apples. They looked under the flower pots. They even looked inside an old blue boot that hung from a nail. No wand.
Then Waylon saw footprints on the soft moss. The footprints were big and round. They led away from the treehouse door and down a winding path of golden leaves.
Waylon took a deep breath. He followed the footprints. Toy bounced with excitement. They walked and walked until they reached a small clearing.
In the clearing stood a friendly Monster. The Monster was tall and fuzzy. Its fur was purple and sparkled in the sun. It had two round eyes that shone like stars. Its teeth were big but not sharp. The Monster held a stick—Waylon’s wooden wand!
The Monster blinked at them. Waylon froze. Toy hopped off his shoulder and squeaked bravely.
The Monster said in a gentle rumble, “I found this stick by the river. Is it yours?”
Waylon smiled with relief. “Yes! That is my wand. Thank you so much.”
The Monster lowered the wand and placed it in Waylon’s small hand. Waylon felt a warm tingle. He held the wand carefully.
Waylon said, “Would you like to join me for a magical picnic?”
The Monster’s eyes lit up. The Monster nodded and stomped softly on the moss.
Waylon raised his wand. He whispered a kind spell. Sparkles drifted from the tip. A soft blanket appeared on the grass. Plates of fresh fruit, honey cakes, and cool lemonade floated gently down. Waylon clapped his hands.
They sat together and ate. Toy nibbled a honey cake. The Monster tried a slice of juicy apple. They laughed as a lemonade drop dripped down Waylon’s robe. They shared smiles and friendly roars.
When the picnic was done, Waylon tapped his wand on the ground. A small wooden chest appeared beside the blanket. He opened the chest. Inside were glittering stones in every color of the rainbow.
Waylon said, “These stones are for my new friends.” He gave Toy a tiny blue stone. He handed the Monster a larger purple one. Toy glowed with happiness. The Monster’s fur seemed to sparkle even brighter.
Waylon felt proud and brave. He hugged Toy and patted the Monster on the furry arm. Waylon said softly, “Thank you for helping me.”
The Monster waved goodbye with a gentle rumble. Waylon climbed back to his treehouse with Toy by his side.
That evening, Waylon placed his wand on its shelf. He placed the magical stone beside it. He tucked Toy into a small chair. He whispered, “Today I learned that friends can help you find what you think is lost. And that magic is even stronger when we share it.”
Waylon smiled, closed his eyes, and settled into his cozy bed. The moonlight shone through his window. A soft breeze rustled the leaves.
They lived happily ever after.