Max was two. Max had a small spoon. The spoon was shiny. Max said, “Spoon.”
The kitchen was quiet. The kettle went “hmm.” The toast went “pop.” Max giggled. He tapped the floor with the spoon.
“Clink,” said the spoon.
A tiny spark jumped out. It landed on a sock. The sock did a bow.
Max blinked. “Sock!” he said.
The sock said, “I am Sir Sock. I guard the Hall of Laundry.” It sounded very proud for a sock.
Max held up his spoon like a sword. “I Max,” he said.
Sir Sock said, “Good. We need a hero. The Big Bowl is empty.”
Max looked. The bowl was empty. This was sad for cereal. Very sad.
Max marched. Tap tap tap. The spoon made more sparks. The sparks made silly things: a spoon-fork, a hat that was a pancake, and a tiny dragon made of soap bubbles.
The bubble dragon said, “Roar,” then it hiccupped and made foam.
Max laughed. “Roar!” he said back.
Sir Sock pointed. “To the Fridge Castle!”
Max opened the fridge. Cold air whooshed. The milk stood tall. The eggs sat like round kings.
Max said, “Milk, please.”
The milk said, “Glug,” and went in the bowl. The cereal jumped in, too, like little boats.
Sir Sock bowed. “Quest done.”
Max sat. He ate. The bubble dragon floated up and went “plop” on the sink.
A gentle heart and kind words can make even a silly quest feel safe and happy.
