Fletcher The Brave Gryffindor is a young magician. He is kind and curious about the Enchanted Forest. He hopes to find a sparkly ring that he lost. He is gentle with all the animals. He smiles all the time. Professor lives in a small tree house at the edge of the forest. He is a wise owl with round glasses. He loves to teach magic. He often guides Fletcher with gentle words. He hoots softly at night. One day a tall Wizard appeared. He looked stern and strange. He had a black cloak and a small wand. He wanted the sparkly ring for himself. Fletcher felt worried. He did not know what to do. He felt small. Professor saw Fletcher and flew down. He asked, "What is wrong?" Fletcher said, "I lost my ring in the forest." Professor nodded gently. "We will find it together," he said. Fletcher smiled bright. They walked under low green leaves. Birds sang soft songs. Butterflies danced around them. Fletcher held Professor's wing. Fletcher felt safe. He looked for a shiny hint. He saw a glint by a rock. They came to a swift stream. The water was clear and cool. Fletcher knelt and peered. He saw his ring near a stone. Professor winked and said, "Be gentle." Fletcher smiled and reached. He held it with care. Suddenly the tall Wizard returned. He frowned and crossed his arms. He pointed his wand. "Give me the ring!" he boomed. Fletcher felt brave. He stepped forward. Professor spread his wings. The Wizard looked shocked. Fletcher hugged the ring tight. He closed his eyes. He wished for help. A soft wind blew. Leaves danced around them. The Wizard blinked twice. He lowered his wand. He looked curious. He turned away. Bright sparkles glowed on the ground. Small lights rose in the air. The ring shone with warmth. Fletcher smiled wide. The forest felt safe again. The Wizard bowed his head. He smiled at Fletcher. Then he left quietly. Fletcher turned to Professor. He said, "Thank you, dear friend." Professor hooted happily. They walked back home. The forest glowed soft. Fletcher felt happy. He held his ring close. He learned that kindness shines bright. At home Fletcher placed the ring on a soft pillow. He blew a kiss to the ring. It glowed warm and kind. He yawned and fell asleep. Moonlight shone through the window. All was quiet and safe. Next morning the sun peeked in. Fletcher woke with a grin. He felt proud and joyful. He put his hat on. He skipped outside. The forest welcomed him. He showed the ring to Professor. Professor clapped his wings. They sat on a soft log. Professor told a short tale. It was about kindness. Fletcher giggled softly. He felt safe with friends. The day was bright. They watched the leaves. They felt happy together. Fletcher learned that true magic grows in kind hearts. He waved goodbye. Professor flew up. The forest smiled. Fletcher skipped home happily. He would sleep and dream of more adventures. Good night, brave magician. The end. And remember, little ones, a kind heart is the strongest magic of all. Sweet dreams under the stars. Good night!