Ella and Max were in their Grandpa Joe’s attic.
“What’s in this old box?” asked Ella.
They found an old, dusty quill and a tiny bottle of sparkling ink.
Max touched the quill and said, “What should we do with it?”
Ella giggled, “Let’s try writing something!”
Their grandpa often told them stories about magical things in his attic.
The attic was full of old books, maps, and strange objects.
This quill and ink had been forgotten for years.
They always thought he was just kidding.
Max dipped the quill into the ink and wrote, “Take us to a magical forest.”
Suddenly, the room filled with bright light, and they were in a forest.
Max looked around, amazed. “Where are we?”
A talking squirrel hopped toward them and said, “Welcome to the Enchanted Forest!”
Ella asked the squirrel, “Can you help us get back home?”
The squirrel replied, “Sure, but you must first solve a riddle.”
Max nodded, “We’re ready. What’s the riddle?”
The squirrel grinned and said, “What has keys but cannot open locks?”
Ella thought for a moment and said, “A piano! A piano has keys, but it can’t open locks.”
They followed the squirrel and found a tall, glowing tree.
Max asked, “What do we do now?”
The squirrel replied, “Just touch the tree and think of home.”
Ella and Max touched the glowing tree and wished to be back in the attic.
In a flash of light, they were back, holding the quill and ink.
Grandpa Joe walked in and asked, “Did you find anything interesting?”
The end