Young Elonic walked down the street one day, looking for some friends who'd want to play. He saw a girl with light brown hair so long, and heard a boy who hummed a happy song. 'Hello!' said Elonic with a cheerful grin. 'I'm Lucy!' said the girl, 'Come play! Join in!' A blonde-haired boy waved from across the way. 'I'm Paul!' he called, 'Let's have some fun today!' The three new friends all gathered in a ring. 'Together,' Lucy said, 'we can do anything!' Elonic smiled wide, his heart felt light and free. 'I think we've made a perfect circle—we are three!'

'I have a talent!' Lucy said with pride. 'I love to draw and paint!' she cried. She showed them pictures of the sky so blue, with fluffy clouds and soaring birds that flew. 'Your drawings are amazing!' Paul declared. Elonic nodded—he was truly scared that he had nothing special like her art. But Lucy smiled and touched his arm and heart. 'Everyone has something they do best. We just need time to find it—take a rest! Let's help each other, that's what good friends do. I'll bet there's something very special about you!' Elonic felt much better, warm inside. With friends like these, he had nothing to hide.

'My turn!' said Paul, bouncing on his toes. 'I'll show you something—watch me as it goes!' He grabbed some blocks and stacked them high and neat, building a tower that was quite a feat. 'I love to build things, towers tall and strong! I stack and balance all the whole day long!' The tower reached up higher than his head. 'That's wonderful!' both Lucy and Elonic said. 'You're a builder!' Lucy clapped her hands. 'You could construct the greatest, grandest plans!' Paul blushed and smiled, feeling very proud. Elonic watched and thought out very loud: 'Lucy draws and Paul can build so well. What can I do? It's hard for me to tell.'

Elonic sat down feeling rather sad. 'I don't have talents like you two have had.' But then he heard a bird sing in a tree, and Elonic hummed along in perfect key. 'Wait!' Lucy said, 'Did you just hear that sound? Elonic's voice is wonderful and round!' Paul nodded fast, 'You sing so clear and bright! Your voice could lift a heavy thing in flight!' Elonic's eyes grew wide with great surprise. 'You really think so?' he asked with hopeful eyes. 'Of course!' said Lucy, 'You've got music's gift! Your singing makes our spirits soar and lift!' 'Now we're complete,' said Paul with happy cheer. 'Three friends with talents—our circle's here!'

The three friends joined their hands to make a ring. 'Together we can do most anything!' said Lucy with her eyes all bright and wide. 'Our talents mixed together, side by side!' Paul counted on his fingers, 'One, two, three! Each one of us makes our circle, see?' Elonic sang a note both high and clear. 'The number three feels magical right here!' They danced around in circles, round and round. Their laughter was a joyful, happy sound. 'Let's make something together!' Lucy cried. 'Something that uses talents from all sides!' 'But what?' asked Paul, still spinning with delight. 'It has to be amazing, fun, and bright!' The three friends stopped and sat down on the ground, thinking hard without making a sound.

'I know!' said Lucy, jumping to her feet. 'Let's build something special, something neat! A flying machine that soars up in the air! We'll work together—each will do their share!' Paul's eyes went wide, 'A flying machine? Hooray! I'll build the parts and pieces right away!' Elonic smiled, 'And I can sing a song to help us work together all day long!' 'And I will draw the plans,' said Lucy proud. 'Our flying machine will rise above the clouds!' They cheered and hugged, excited as could be. 'This is the power of our circle three!' 'Let's start tomorrow when the sun is bright. For now, let's rest and dream of our first flight!'

The next bright morning, Lucy grabbed her pad. She drew the finest plans they'd ever had. With colored pencils, markers, crayons too, she sketched a flying machine in red and blue. 'These are the wings,' she pointed with her pen. 'And here's the seat where we can sit within.' Paul and Elonic watched with wonder bright, as Lucy drew from morning until night. 'The propeller spins around just like a wheel. These pedals here control the way we steer.' 'It's perfect!' shouted Paul with great delight. 'These plans will help us build it just right!' Lucy smiled and held her drawing high. 'Tomorrow we'll build our machine to touch the sky!'

The three friends searched for materials all day, finding bits and pieces for their play. Paul found some boxes, sturdy, strong, and light. Lucy found some fabric, colored red and bright. Elonic sang while searching high and low, helping them remember where to go. 'We need three wheels!' said Paul, holding fingers high. 'Three main parts to make our machine fly!' They counted everything: 'One, two, and three! The magic number in our circle, see?' By afternoon they had a great big pile of wood and cloth and things that made them smile. 'Tomorrow,' Lucy said, 'we'll put it all together!' Paul cheered, 'We'll build in any kind of weather!' Elonic sang a tune both glad and bright, 'Our flying machine will be a wondrous sight!'

Paul took the lead with hammer, nails, and glue. 'I'll build the frame, just like I always do!' He measured carefully and cut with care, creating something special, strong, and fair. Lucy painted colors, bright and bold, with yellows, reds, and shimmering gold. Elonic sang a working song so sweet that helped them keep a steady, happy beat. 'Pass me that board!' called Paul to his friend. 'This wing will stretch from beginning to end!' 'I'll paint the sky and clouds upon the side,' said Lucy, 'So it looks like we're ready to glide!' Together they worked, the three friends in sync. Their flying machine was better than they'd think!

The flying machine was nearly complete, but something wasn't working—what a defeat! The wings wouldn't flap; they just hung there still. The friends all tried with all their strength and will. 'Maybe it's too heavy?' Lucy guessed. Paul scratched his head, feeling distressed. 'Perhaps we need to make it very light, or find a way to give it stronger might?' Elonic thought and then began to hum. An idea popped—'Wait! I know where it's from! What if my singing helps the machine lift? Music could be our special magic gift!' Paul and Lucy looked at their dear friend. 'Let's try it out—let's see how notes ascend!' They gathered round, all hopeful once again. Working together, the circle of three could win!

Elonic stood close to the flying machine. He sang the prettiest song they'd ever seen—or heard! His voice rang out, both strong and pure and clear. The flying machine began to shake right here! 'It's working!' Lucy shouted with delight. The wings began to flutter, left and right! Paul watched in wonder, couldn't believe his eyes. 'Your singing makes our machine start to rise!' 'Keep singing, Elonic!' Lucy cheered and clapped. The machine lifted up—no longer trapped! Elonic's voice grew louder, sweet, and strong. The power of his music moved along. 'Together we did it!' Paul jumped up and down. 'Our three talents are the best in town!' The flying machine hovered in the air—collaboration made this dream come true and fair!

'Who wants to ride?' asked Lucy with a grin. 'We built this thing—let's climb right in!' They helped each other scramble to the seat. Three friends together made the circle complete. Paul held the steering, steady in his hands. Lucy pointed out toward distant lands. Elonic sang his song, both loud and clear. The flying machine rose up without any fear! They lifted higher, floating past the trees. They felt the rushing of the gentle breeze. 'We're flying! We're flying!' all three friends sang. The sky around them with their laughter rang. Below them, houses looked like tiny toys. Their hearts were filled with wonder, hope, and joys. 'The magic number three has set us free!'

They soared above the clouds so white and bright, their flying machine a marvelous sight! 'Look down below!' cried Lucy, pointing low. 'The whole wide world is far down there, you know!' Paul steered them left and then he steered them right, guiding their machine through their maiden flight. Elonic's singing kept them floating high. His voice was like the wind beneath the sky. 'I see my house!' called Paul with great delight. 'It looks so small from up here at this height!' 'And there's the park where we first met today!' said Lucy, waving down to where they'd play. The three friends smiled, their hearts all warm inside. Together they could soar; together they could glide. 'Three talents make one dream,' they sang with glee!

As they flew high above the world below, the three friends learned something they should know. 'Alone, I couldn't do this,' Lucy said. 'My drawings need your building skills,' Paul spread his hands toward his friends beside. 'And I need Lucy's art to be my guide.' Elonic smiled, 'And I need both of you. My singing's strong when friends are there too!' 'Together we are better than apart. Each talent plays an important part!' said Lucy, hugging both her friends so tight. 'The circle of three gives us special might!' They understood the lesson, clear and true: that working as a team is what friends do. 'Three isn't just a number that we count—it's about the love and help that amount!'

'We should head back before it gets too late,' said Paul, steering toward their starting gate. Elonic sang a gentle, softer song. The flying machine glided right along. They floated down through clouds of puffy white, descending slowly from their mighty height. Lucy held the plans against her chest. 'This was our greatest adventure yet!' They saw their neighborhood come into view, the trees and houses that they always knew. Paul guided them down to the grassy ground. They landed gently without any sound. 'We did it!' shouted Lucy, jumping free. 'The flying machine works perfectly!' They hugged each other in a happy bunch. Together they'd accomplished something much! 'Three friends forever!' they all cheered as one.

The three friends couldn't wait to tell their tale of how their flying machine would never fail! They ran to find their families nearby. 'We built a machine and flew up in the sky!' Their parents came to see what they had made. The flying machine sat there on display. 'You three worked together?' parents asked with pride. 'We did!' the children answered, side by side. 'Paul built it strong, Lucy drew the plan. Elonic sang to help the whole thing stand!' The grown-ups smiled and patted every head. 'You've learned that teamwork matters most,' they said. 'The magic number three brought you success. Together, children, you can do your best!' The friends all beamed with happiness and light. They'd made their parents proud—what a delight!

That evening, sitting underneath a tree, the three friends talked about their history. 'Remember when we met just yesterday?' said Elonic. 'Seems so far away!' 'We each had talents we could share,' said Paul. 'But together we could do it all!' Lucy nodded, 'Three is better than just one. Working as a team is so much fun!' They held their hands and formed their circle tight. The three friends glowed beneath the fading light. 'Let's promise to stay friends forever more,' said Lucy. 'Always!' said the other two for sure. 'Whatever we do, wherever we go, the circle of three will always grow!' They hugged beneath the stars that night so clear, knowing friendship kept them always near.

The next day at the park, the three friends played. They thought about the flying machine they'd made. 'You know,' said Lucy, 'three's a magic number! It's something we should always remember.' 'Three friends together, stronger than before,' agreed Paul. 'Three talents that help us soar!' Elonic sang, 'One, two, three—that's we! The magic circle, happy, strong, and free!' They danced and sang beneath the sunny sky. The lesson they had learned would never die: That collaboration is the greatest key, and magic happens in the circle of three. 'Forever friends!' they promised once again. 'Through sunshine, rain, and wind!' The circle of three would never, ever end. Their friendship was a treasure without measure. Together they'd found life's greatest treasure!