Once in a land not too grand, lived a little fairy called A Fada Magia, who loved to make magic with a swish and a flick!

Her forest was full of friends – like Ricky the rabbit, Boppy the bird, and Tilly the turtle, all cheerful and free!

A Fada Magia often said, ‘With each flutter, magic is a clutter. With each spark, dreams embark!’

One sunny day, a cloud of gloom hung low, making everyone slow and a tad bit sad.

‘Oh dear! My friends are so sad. I must make them glad!’ she said, and waved her wand high.

But nothing happened – ‘Not a zing or a zap!’ She tried again, with a bounce and a clap.

‘I need more zest, to be my best,’ she said, and off she flew to find the missing cheer!

Through the foamy froth of a babbling creek, she met a wise old owl who began to speak.

‘Find the Feather of Joy, my dear dove. It's hidden in the Grove of Love,’ the owl hooted and nodded with a wink.

With a flutter and a flit, A Fada Magia found the grove, where roses and rainbows made a lovely abode.

There she saw the Feather of Joy, shining bright, under the first light of dawn!

She grabbed it tight and flew back in delight, for the Feather would make everything right.

Back in the forest she waved her wand, feather in hand, and with a burst of sparkles, gloom turned to grand!

Her friends cheered, hugged, and twirled, for A Fada Magia had saved their world!

From then on, whenever skies grew gray, A Fada Magia knew just what to say – ‘With each flutter, magic is a clutter. With each spark, dreams embark!’

And all was well in their magical land, because of A Fada Magia and her wand so grand!