| In a quiet village surrounded by hills, there stood an ancient oak tree at the edge of the forest. The villagers said it was magical—that if you whispered your wish to its trunk, the tree would carry it to the stars. | |
| Nine-year-old Nora didn’t believe in magic, but she loved stories. One evening, as the sky turned purple and the fireflies came out, she tiptoed to the tree with a secret wish. “I want to find a friend who understands me,” she whispered, pressing her cheek against the rough bark. | |
| The next day, while walking through the woods, she heard soft humming. Following the sound, she found a small fox with bright amber eyes, tangled in some vines. Without thinking, she freed it gently. The fox didn’t run away but sat beside her, tail wagging. | |
| From that day on, Nora and the fox became inseparable. They explored streams, climbed hills, and lay beneath the stars sharing dreams. No one else saw the fox, but Nora didn’t mind. | |
| On clear nights, she would sit by the oak tree and thank it. The tree’s leaves rustled in response, as if smiling. | |
| The villagers still whispered about the magic tree, but Nora knew the truth—it wasn’t about spells or charms. Sometimes, all it takes is a wish, a little courage, and a heart open enough to hear the world’s softest whispers. |