
Sir Arlo-Alexander is a brave superhero. He wears a green cape. He lives in the warm savannah by tall grass. He likes to help friends.
Swan swims in a pond. Swan is white and soft. She is playful and sweet. She calls, “Quack quack!”
Potion Maker is a kind cat wizard. He wears a small pointed hat. He is clumsy but cheerful. He carries a magic spoon. He brews bright juice and small cakes.
“Hello,” say friends. They laugh and play. The sun shines on the grass.
Suddenly the spoon falls. Clang! It rolls away. Potion Maker gasps. “Oh no,” he says. “My magic spoon is lost.”
Sir Arlo-Alexander nods. “Let us find it,” he says. Swan flaps her wings. They look by the pond. They look under tall grass. They look by the big tree. They do not see the spoon.
A gentle breeze blows. A soft moan drifts on the wind. Mummy rises on a small rock. He is wrapped in old bandages. He is lost and lonely. He moans, “Help me, please.”
Sir Arlo steps close. “Hello, Mummy,” he says. “We can help you.” Swan flaps. “Quack quack.” Potion Maker nods.
Mummy tilts his head. “I am lost,” he says. “I cannot find my home.” Sir Arlo smiles. “We will help you,” he says. “But please help us first. We need our spoon.”
Mummy nods. “I saw it roll toward the big tree,” he says. He points with a shaky bandaged hand.
They walk to the tree. The grass is tall around its roots. The wind hums a soft tune. They look under the root. They look by the rock. They look in a small hole. They do not find the spoon.
Mummy taps his foot. “Try near the gray rock,” he says. They move to the gray rock. Sir Arlo crouches low. He sees a shiny glint among pebbles. He reaches out and picks up the spoon.
“Found it!” he cries. The spoon glows with a warm light. Potion Maker jumps high. Swan spins in joy. Mummy claps his hands.
“Thank you,” says Potion Maker. “Thank you,” says Swan. “Thank you,” says Mummy. Sir Arlo smiles. “We help each other,” he says.
They walk back to the pond. The water is calm and cool. The grass sways gently. The sun is warm on their faces.
Potion Maker brews a cup of tea. He uses the magic spoon. He pours warm tea into three cups. He hands one to Sir Arlo, one to Swan, and one to Mummy.
They sip the tea. It tastes sweet and bright. Swan hums a happy tune. Mummy smiles and moans softly. Sir Arlo feels proud and glad.
Sunset paints the sky pink and gold. Stars appear one by one. The savannah is quiet. The friends sit close.
Potion Maker takes off his hat. He holds out a shiny medal. “For Sir Arlo,” he says. He pins the medal on Sir Arlo’s cape. It glows in the fading light.
Swan sings a gentle song. Mummy waves a tiny green leaf. “A gift for you,” he says. Sir Arlo thanks them all.
They hug each other tight. They dance in a small circle. “Quack quack, purr purr, moan moan,” they sing.
Stars twinkle above. The night breeze is soft. All is calm and warm. All is bright and safe.
Sir Arlo yawns. Swan settles in her cozy nest. Potion Maker purrs and curls up. Mummy drifts to a quiet dream.
Sir Arlo closes his eyes. He dreams of new adventures with friends. The savannah glows under the stars. All hearts are happy.
The end.