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Chapter 1: Mishutka the Mouse

In the depths of the old oak forest, where the sun’s rays made their way through the dense crowns, a cozy mouse hole hid. It was dug with love and care, and a little mouse named Mishutka lived in it.

Mishutka differed from his brothers not only by his unusual name, but also by his unusual interests. While other mice dreamed of heaps of delicious cheese and generous supplies of grain, Mishutka was captivated by bright ribbons, old books and magical illusions.

He loved to look at bright pictures in books, imagining that they came to life. He liked to whisper charming words, think about magic and dream of becoming a wizard himself and working miracles.

One day, while walking along a forest path, Mishutka came across an old oak stump. On it lay a black-bound book decorated with gold letters. The title of the book intrigued him to his very soul: “Illusions for Mice.”

Mishutka’s heart beat faster. He felt that something extraordinary would open before him, something that would change his life forever.

With trepidation and excitement, he picked up the book and took it to his hole.

In the hole, Mishutka settled into a cozy nest of soft grass and happily opened the mysterious book.

On the first page he saw a bright picture that showed many colorful ribbons dancing and spinning in the air.

Under the picture were written the charming words: “Ribbons, ribbons, dance and spin, make my world brighter and more beautiful!”

Mishutka could not resist the temptation. He took a bright red ribbon that was lying on a shelf in his hole and whispered the charming words.

The ribbon trembled, and then… nothing happened.

Mishutka sighed sadly. He realized that magic is not just words, but something more complex and incomprehensible.

He continued to read the book and learn about new magic tricks. He learned how to make nuts jump, feathers fly, and grains sing.

Mishutka realized that he had everything he needed to become a true illusionist: imagination, a desire to learn and a little magic that was hidden within himself.

From then on, Mishutka began to spend all his free time training. He diligently memorized words from the book, whispered spell words, and tried to do magic tricks.

Sometimes he succeeded and sometimes he didn’t. But Mishutka did not lose heart. He knew that real magic was not just magic tricks, but something deeper and more important.

He dreamed of one day becoming the most famous illusionist in the forest and sharing his magic with all the animals.

And he knew that he would succeed. After all, true magic lived in him, the magic of imagination and kindness.

Chapter 2: First lessons

The sun had already risen high above the forest, illuminating it with warm light. The birds sang their cheerful songs, and the air was filled with the aroma of flowers and resin.

Mishutka sat in his hole, thoughtfully leafing through the book “Illusions for Mice.” He was captivated by bright pictures and magical words that promised him incredible magic tricks.

— But how can we make all this magic come to life?

Mishutka took a nut that was lying on a shelf in his hole and tried to repeat the first trick from the book.

He took the nut in his paws, closed his eyes and said the charming words: -Nut, nut, jump and spin, make my world brighter and more beautiful!

The nut lay motionless.

Mishutka opened his eyes in disappointment. He tried again. He whispered the words with emphasis, closed his eyes even tighter, but the nut remained motionless.

Mishutka tried to shake the nut, but it was hard and did not want to give in.

— Come on, you nut, — Mishutka whispered in disappointment. — Why don’t you want to dance?

He put the nut on the shelf and sighed. He was sure that the book described real tricks, but for some reason nothing worked for him.

Mishutka continued to read the book and tried to do magic tricks. He tried to make the ribbons dance, the feathers fly, and the grains sing, but nothing worked.

He was disappointed. It seemed to him that magic was a myth, that he could never become a true illusionist.

But suddenly he remembered the advice of old grandmother Owl: -True magic is not in magic tricks, but in your heart.

Mishutka thought about it. -Maybe Grandma Owl was right? -Maybe he is too fixated on tricks and has forgotten about the main thing?