Once, in a cozy cottage at the edge of Willowbrook Village, a young wizard named Dewey sat on his soft blue rug, polishing his wand. The morning sun streamed through the window, painting golden stripes across the floor.
Dewey loved his wand more than anything. It was made of twisted silver wood with a tiny star at the tip. But there was something very special about this wand—it only worked on Tuesdays.
Every other day, the wand was just a pretty stick. But on Tuesdays? Oh, on Tuesdays, Dewey could make flowers bloom, make his breakfast cook itself, and make his little pet pegasus, Shimmer, do loop-the-loops in the air.
Today was Tuesday, and Dewey had so much to do!
He stretched his arms and called out, "Shimmer! Time for breakfast!"
But no fluffy white pegasus came trotting in. No soft wings fluttered. The cottage was quiet.
Dewey's tummy felt wiggly with worry. He looked under his bed. He looked behind the curtains. He looked in the kitchen cupboard where Shimmer sometimes hid to nibble sugar cubes.
No Shimmer anywhere.
Dewey felt scared. His best friend was lost, and his magic only worked today. Tomorrow, the wand would be useless, and Shimmer could be anywhere in the whole wide world.
"I have to find her," Dewey whispered. He grabbed his wand, pulled on his starry cape, and rushed out the door.
First, Dewey hurried to the Whispering Woods.
The trees swayed gently, their leaves making soft shushing sounds. Dewey walked along the mossy path, looking behind every trunk and under every bush.
