Golden Sparks

In a quiet village beneath golden hills, there lived a storyteller named Mr. Fenwick. His stories weren’t just words—they came alive, painting glowing pictures in the air. Children gathered, wide-eyed, as golden sparks danced from his fingertips. Mr. Fenwick always spoke of the **Golden Spark**, a tiny light within every child. "This spark makes you brave when you’re scared, kind when it’s hard, and curious in a big, wide world," he’d say. "But sparks need stories to shine bright. Without them, they dim." The children would clutch their chests, gasping, until he’d chuckle and add, "Don’t worry. Every story you hear, every dream you imagine, feeds your spark. One day, it will light the way—not just for you, but for others too." As the children walked home under soft lantern light, they felt their sparks glowing brighter, knowing every story was a golden spark waiting to shine.