Amir Sabir loved to explore. Not just the usual exploring, like looking under rocks for creepy-crawlies (though he did love that too!), but exploring the *imagination*. He had a bright red imagination-mobile, a little scooter powered by daydreams and fueled by giggle juice (which, naturally, tasted like strawberries and sunshine). One sunny afternoon, Amir zoomed his imagination-mobile down Rainbow Road, a winding path that shimmered with every color imaginable. He whistled a happy tune, the wind ruffling his dark curls. He was on his way to visit the Whispering Woods, a place known for its talking trees and giggling flowers. He'd heard tales of a magical waterfall there, where wishes came true if you whispered them just right. Amir clutched a small, smooth stone in his pocket – his lucky wish stone.