Once upon a time, near a small village , there was a vast forest . It was known for its tall and old trees, sparkling streams, and most of all, a mysterious sound of whistle that was heard through the forest every evening.
Everyone in the village had heard about the whistle but never dared to explore its origin. Except for Meera, a brave 10-year-old girl who was eager to know the secret behind the sound of whistle .
One hot afternoon, Meera packed her little backpack with a torch, her favorite sandwich, and a notebook for notes. She told her best friend Mantu about her plan. “Are you sure it’s safe?” he asked nervously. “What if it’s something dangerous or scary?”
“Then we’ll discover it together,” Meera replied with a smile.
Mantu hesitated but agreed to join for their friendship. They headed towards the mysterious forest, their hearts filled with excitement and nervousness.
As they entered deeper, the tall trees seemed to whisper secrets. Golden sunlight peeked through the leaves, and birds sang sweet songs. But as the evening approached, the forest grew quieter. Then, they heard it—a soft, haunting whistle.
“Over there!” Meera pointed toward a group of old trees. They followed the sound, stepping carefully over roots and fallen leaves. Suddenly, they stopped upon a peculiar sight: a tiny house made of twigs and leaves, at the base of the largest and oldest tree.
Inside the house sat a small, blue-feathered creature no bigger than a rabbit. It had glowing eyes and a golden whistle around its neck. Afraid of the children, the strange creature tried to hide behind a leaf.
“Wait! We’re not here to hurt you,” Meera said softly, kneeling down. “We’ve been hearing your whistle for years. Are you the one making it?”
The strange creature peeked out and nodded. “I’m Witty,” it said in a voice as soft as the wind. “I’m a protector of the forest. My whistle is a call to keep the balance of nature.”
“Balance?” asked Mantu.
“Yes,” Witty replies. “Every evening, I whistle to remind the animals to return home, the plants to rest, and the streams to flow softly for the night. Without it, the forest would fall into problems.”
Meera and Mantu were surprised. “Why are you hiding?” Meera asked.
“Because not everyone understands,” Witty sighed. “Some think I’m a monster and might harm me.”
“Well, we think you’re sweet and amazing,” Meera said. “And we can help you! We’ll make sure no one bothers you and explain to others how important you are.”
Witty’s eyes sparkled with gratitude. “Thank you. You two are kind hearted.”
From that day on, Meera and Mantu became the protectors of Witty’s secret. They told stories about the importance of the forest’s harmony and importance to their friends and families, though they never revealed Witty’s hiding place.
And every evening, when the mysterious whistle echoed through the village, Meera and Mantu smiled, knowing they had a magical friend keeping the world in balance.
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