Willow sat on a mushroom, her wide-brimmed hat flopping over one eye. "I’ll never be ready for the Great Forest Festival," she sighed. Nibbles, the fluffy-tailed squirrel, hopped nearby. "You’re braver than you think, Willow!" he chattered. Willow giggled as her hat slid down, but the worry stayed in her heart. She wished she believed in herself, just a little.

Granny Gingersnap poured peppermint tea into the smiling Teacup with a Face. "Every witch gets wobbly knees sometimes," Granny winked. The Teacup chimed, "Trying is its own kind of magic!" Willow peeked up shyly. Maybe, with her friends, she could try. She squeezed her wand tightly, heart fluttering with hope.

Festival Frog bounced past in his wizard hat, humming a silly tune. Mr. Thistletoes, the gnome, grumbled as streamers tangled in his beard. Willow watched the others casting bright spells. Nibbles whispered, "You can do it!" Willow closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and gave her spell a gentle wave. A soft shower of twinkling sparks floated above her hat.

Everyone cheered when Willow’s tiny spell danced into the air. "See?" croaked Festival Frog, clapping his green hands. "Your heart is the brightest magic of all!" Willow beamed, her worry melting away. She wasn’t the biggest or the boldest, but she was brave. And sometimes, a little wish and a lot of heart are all you need.