Sir Abrahem of Dudu Land is kind. He lives in Spellcasters Hall today. Spellcasters Hall is bright and warm. He wakes up with a smile. He hears a gentle breeze. He stretches his small arms. He hears a soft voice. Hello, Sir Abrahem, it says. It is the Guardian Spirit. The Spirit is gentle and shy. The Spirit is very helpful. They are good friends. They laugh and dance softly. Suddenly, a small dragon appears. The dragon looks very sad. Sir Abrahem asks, Why sad? The dragon says, I lost toy. Guardian Spirit nods and whispers. We can make a gift. Sir Abrahem smiles and nods. He takes clay and colors. He hums a little tune. Guardian Spirit helps spin clay. They shape a small dragon. They press tiny wings gently. The clay feels soft and smooth. They add bright red color. They add shiny gold spots. They wait for clay to dry. They sing a happy song. The clay feels warm and dry. Sir Abrahem claps his hands. He shows the gift proudly. The dragon looks with wonder. His eyes fill with hope. Sir Abrahem holds out gift. The dragon takes it carefully. The dragon hugs the gift. He grins a big smile. His tail swishes in joy. Guardian Spirit giggles softly. Friendship fills the bright hall. Sir Abrahem feels happy too. Kindness is magic indeed. They celebrate with sweet cake. They share milk and honey. They laugh with gentle joy. The hall feels warm now. Even the walls seem happy. The sun shines through windows. Birds sing near window panes. Warm light touches every corner. The boy and friends dance. They spin in gentle circles. Laughter floats on the air. The dragon roars a soft laugh. Guardian Spirit twirls a ribbon. Sir Abrahem waves his hands. Magic sparks in little sparks. The gift glows with delight. The dragon hugs it tightly. He thanks Sir Abrahem kindly. He thanks the Spirit softly. Friendship is a true gift. Sir Abrahem feels proud inside. He feels brave and caring. The Spirit feels warm inside. The hall feels peaceful now. The dragon feels loved again. Everyone sits to rest. They sip warm tea slowly. They eat sweet fruit slices. They share happy stories too. The hall grows quiet then. Sir Abrahem yawns a big yawn. Guardian Spirit yawns gently too. Even the dragon yawns softly. Night over Spellcasters Hall comes. The hall glows with soft light. Sir Abrahem kisses Spirit goodnight. He kisses dragon goodnight too. They cuddle in soft blankets. They feel safe and warm. Stars shine above the hall. The moon smiles at them. Kindness fills every heart now. Love wraps them like a hug. Sleep visits the small trio. They dream of happy days. They dream of new gifts. They dream of kind deeds. Morning will come with light. New adventures will begin soon. But for now they rest. Magic sleeps in Spellcasters Hall. Magic sleeps in every heart. Sleep tight, dear friends all. Happy dreams to one and all. Kindness is always a treasure. The end of our tale.