On the night of Friday the 13th, under the silvery light of a full moon, Ollie the owl was on a very special mission. He’d heard from the wise old owls that deep in the heart of the enchanted forest, there was a book unlike any other. But this wasn’t a book filled with stories about knights or dragons. No, this was a book filled with friends.
Ollie, curious and full of excitement, flew through the night, his wings carrying him towards the towering trees of the magical woods. The legend said that this book didn’t just sit on a shelf—it traveled, just like friends share stories and memories. The book, known as My Friends and I, would fly from owl to owl, or in this case, from child to child. Each friend who opened the book would answer fun, silly questions like, “What’s your favorite food?”, “What songs do you love to sing?”, and even, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”
Ollie thought this sounded like the best kind of magic—learning about others, discovering their favorite things, and capturing moments that would last forever.
As Ollie soared over the forest, he spotted a glowing tree in the distance, its leaves shimmering in the moonlight. It was there that the legendary book waited. Perched on a branch, Ollie saw it—golden and warm, with pages ready to be filled with memories and laughter.
Ollie carefully opened the book and smiled as he saw spaces for each owl (or in this case, each child) to write down their thoughts. There were even little picture boxes where they could draw themselves or add a photograph, so every friend would leave a part of themselves behind for others to cherish.
“The magic of this book,” Ollie hooted softly to himself, “is that it helps us get to know each other better—what makes us laugh, what makes us dream, and what makes us us.”
As Ollie gently closed the book, he couldn’t help but smile. My Friends and I wasn’t about adventures far away or magical creatures—it was about the magic right in front of him: friends. Each page was a chance to learn something new, to share a little piece of who you are, and to build memories that would last forever.
Ollie looked up at the moon, its light shining brighter than ever. “Friday the 13th might be known for spooky things,” he thought, “but maybe it’s also the perfect time to celebrate the magic of friendship.”
And with that, Ollie flew off into the night, the friendship book tucked safely under his wing, ready to be shared with a new friend. Because sometimes, the best kind of magic is the one that brings us closer together. ✨
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