In the Glittering Spire Castle, where sleepy dragons warmed the lawns and squirrels wore tiny acorn crowns, lived a girl named Silvia. Silvia wasn't just any girl; she was the castle's official Gigglemaster. Her best trick was making Sir Reginald, the grumpy griffin, snort with laughter by wiggling her ears and telling jokes about sleepy sloths.

One sunny morning, the Royal Wizard needed help. "Silvia," he said, handing her a beautiful, sparkling wand, "please stir the magic frosting for the Great Castle Bake-Off with this Glimmering Wand. But be very, very careful." Silvia took the wand. It buzzed in her hand like a happy bumblebee. Feeling extra silly, she started a wiggly, wobbly dance, but as she spun past a baby dragon, her foot caught on its tail. *CRACK!* The wand hit the stone floor and snapped right in two. The buzzing stopped.

Silvia's heart went *thump-thump-thump*. The Glimmering Wand was broken! Instead of telling the wizard, she tried to fix it the only way she knew how: with silliness. She found some sticky honey and a funny-looking ribbon to tie it together. "Why did the wand break up with the broom?" she whispered to the broken pieces. "Because it needed more space!" The wand just wibbled, wobbled, and fell apart again in a sticky mess. Her tummy felt as wobbly as the broken wand.

Just then, her squirrel friend, Pip, scurried onto her shoulder. He chittered softly, "The truth is stronger than sticky honey, Silvia." She knew he was right. Taking a deep, shaky breath, she walked to the wizard's tower, holding the two gooey pieces. "Mr. Wizard," she said, her voice small but clear, "I was being silly and I broke your wand. I am very sorry." The wizard looked at her honest, worried face and his own face softened into a kind smile. "My dear Silvia," he said warmly, "a broken wand is easy to fix. But a brave, honest heart? That is the most powerful magic in the world." He tapped the pieces, chanted "Wiggle-waggle-WOOSH!" and the wand glowed and became whole again.

The bake-off was a huge success, and the magic frosting tasted sweeter than ever. Silvia didn't win for her cake, but the King gave her a special shimmering ribbon for "The Bravest Honesty." From that day on, Silvia was still the castle's Gigglemaster, but she also knew a brand-new secret. Making people laugh was wonderful, but telling the truth, even when it felt wobbly and scary, was the very best magic of all.