In the sunny town of Brightfield lived a gentle girl named Hazel Springwell. With her soft green bow and pale yellow dress, she looked like a little daisy come to life. Hazel adored nature and visited the community garden every day to listen to the birds, bees, and rustling leaves.
But one morning, everything was silent.
No birdsong.
No buzzing.
Not even the whisper of the wind.
Worried, Hazel decided to investigate.
She knelt beside the flowerbeds, listened against clay pots, and chalked notes on the pathway about when each plant had gone quiet. Finally, in the far corner of the garden, she spotted something tiny and trembling—a lost Sound Sprite.
The sprite had been frightened by a thunderstorm and hid all the natural sounds in its magical pocket, hoping to keep them safe.
Hazel gently took its hand and said,
“Sounds are meant to be heard. They’re safe when they’re shared with the world.”
Encouraged by her kindness, the sprite opened its pocket. Instantly, soft jingles of light drifted out like fireflies—returning birdsong, wind-whispers, and buzzing bees to the garden.
From that day on, people often said:
Hazel Springwell has the magic to make the world speak again.
