Deep in the heart of Willowbrook Forest, where sunlight danced on emerald leaves, lived a clever, curious girl named Emily. Emily was always searching for an adventure—especially if it meant exploring the forest behind her cottage. She wore a lavender satchel and kept her long brown hair in two neat braids, just in case she had to climb any tricky branches. One day after school, Emily tiptoed beyond her usual path, following a faint, silvery giggle carried by the wind. She soon found herself in a hidden glade where the moss glimmered under her boots and the air smelled faintly of vanilla. Suddenly, a tiny hand tugged at her sleeve. “Excuse me! Are you lost?” piped a voice, softer than a whisper but bright as a bell. Emily gasped. Hovering before her, with flittering wings and twinkling eyes, floated a fairy no taller than her thumb. She wore a petal skirt and a crown woven from dew dro...

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