Ziza was a little girl who loved to explore. One bright and sunny day, she was chasing butterflies behind Grandma’s garden when she saw something strange.
There was a wall of vines. Big, leafy, and green.
“What’s behind here?” Zara wondered.
She pushed the vines aside… and gasped!
Behind them stood a tiny wooden house with a blue door. It had a sign that said:
“Keep Out unless You Believe in Magic”
Ziza smiled. “I do believe in magic,” she whispered.
She knocked on the door. Knock knock.
Nothing.
She knocked again. Knock knock knock.
Then she said softly, “I believe in magic.”
CLICK!
The door opened slowly.
Ziza stepped inside. The room sparkled! Tiny lights floated in the air like stars. There were little books, shiny rocks, and jars with glowing dust. One jar said “Moon Dust.” Another said “Tickle Sprinkles.”
Then, Ziza heard a tiny voice say, “Welcome!”
She looked around and saw a bunny with glasses, a turtle in a cape, and a singing squirrel.
“We are the Magic Club,” said the bunny. “We’ve been waiting for someone kind and brave.”
Ziza’s eyes lit up. “That’s me!” she said. “And I brought cookies.”
The animals cheered. “You’re in!”
From that day on, Ziza visited the clubhouse every afternoon. She and her new friends helped lost bugs, made giggles in jars, and painted the sky with rainbows.
Ziza never told anyone about the clubhouse. Some things are too magical to explain.
But she knew this: when you believe in magic, the world becomes full of surprises.