Penny found a pencil, not just any pencil, but a pencil that glittered and gleamed! It wiggled and waggled in her hand, like it had a mind of its own.

Penny exclaimed, ‘Oh my, what's this? A pencil that's full of tricks and twists!’ She gave it a try, and with a flick of her wrist, the pencil began to draw a world that was pure bliss.

With a zippity-zap and a doodle-dee-do, the pencil created a castle, tall and blue. The castle had turrets, and flags that flew. Penny's eyes widened at the magical view!

Penny asked with a giggle, ‘Pencil, dear friend, what will you draw next, what magic will you send?’ The pencil twirled and spun with delight, then it drew a dragon, who was gentle, not a fright.

The dragon's name was Doodle, so he told Penny. His wings were large, and his scales many. He said, ‘I’ll take you flying, if you hold on tight!’ And off they soared, in the magical night.

They swooped and looped, they spun and twirled. Penny felt like the happiest girl in the world! The stars above glittered like fairy dust, and the clouds below seemed like marshmallow fluff.

‘Oh, Doodle,’ cried Penny, ‘this is so grand! But where are we going? Please, tell me our plan!’ The dragon just winked and continued to glide, taking Penny on a wondrous ride.

In a land of candy, where the trees were sweet, they landed down gently, on frosting for streets. There were lollipop lamps and gingerbread walls, and candy-cane bridges that led to great halls.

The creatures they met were made of treats too, with jellybean eyes and gumdrop shoes. ‘Welcome to Sweetland!’ they cheerfully said, ‘Join us for adventures that fill your head!’

They played and they laughed, till the day was done. Penny knew she’d never had such fun! Doodle then whispered, ‘It’s time to go,’ and with a twirl and a swirl, they kissed Sweetland adieu.

Back in her room, Penny gave a sigh. She remembered the magic, and she felt a high. With a poof, the pencil was still and gray, but Penny knew she’d remember this day.

For sometimes, if you believe and try hard, magic will find you, in a cookbook, or yard. Penny whispered, ‘Thank you, magical friend,’ knowing this friendship would never end.