The Magic Pen – A Timeless Tale of Shakespeare’s Lost Pen

On the Sunday before the first day of school, a lively girl named Zara decided to do something special. She wanted to gather wildflowers from the nearby woods to gift her favourite teacher, Ms. Shahinian.

“Mom, I’m going out to pick flowers for Ms. Shahinian!” she called.

“Don’t stay too long, dear,” her mother replied from the kitchen. “I’m cooking your favourite stuffed red peppers!”

Zara licked her lips in delight and dashed out the door, humming a cheerful tune. On the way down the apartment stairs, she met her neighbour, Granny Bella, who lived on the second floor. Granny Bella, a kind elderly woman with a voice as soft as a whisper, handed Zara a chocolate bar.

“Where are you off to, my little blossom?” asked the frail woman.

“I’m heading to the woods at the edge of the village to pick flowers for school!”

Granny Bella’s eyes twinkled with nostalgia. “That grove was my childhood playground. We used to collect flowers, watch tortoises wander by, and sometimes catch glimpses of wild creatures. Though, I must admit, we were always afraid of the snakes!”

Zara hugged Granny Bella and continued her way, passing by Garibaldi Street with its colourful shopfronts. She admired her reflection in the windows, smiling mischievously as she thought, “Tomorrow at school, my friends will be amazed at how much taller and prettier I’ve become!”

Suddenly, a familiar voice called her name—it was her best friend, Shushan, radiant and full of energy. The two girls embraced, giggling and chatting about their summer adventures. As they walked together, kicking up golden autumn leaves, Shushan unlocked her new bicycle and offered Zara a ride. Laughing, they sped towards the hill where the beloved forest awaited.

Into the Woods and the Unexpected Discovery

Once inside the woods, Shushan picked wild roses while Zara searched for the tallest and grandest flower she could find. She spotted one that looked like a sunflower, towering and bright. Zara tugged, but it wouldn’t budge. Shushan joined in, and together they pulled with all their might—until suddenly, the flower’s petals opened wide, revealing a tiny, talking bee named Gigi.

“Hello! I’m Gigi the bee, guardian of ancient secrets,” buzzed the bee proudly.

The girls gasped. “A talking bee?!” they exclaimed in unison.

“Yes, indeed! I live in this enchanted flower that never wilts or fades. But I have something even more magical to show you—the Magic Pen!”

Excited and curious, the girls followed Gigi deeper into the forest as the sun began to set, bathing the trees in golden light. At last, they reached an old, hollow stump. Gigi instructed, “Put your hands behind the stump, and you’ll find what you seek.”

Zara’s hand brushed against something cold and smooth. She pulled it out—it was a beautiful, elegant pen, shimmering under the dimming sky.

But greed sparked between the friends. Shushan tried to grab it, and soon they were quarreling and chasing each other through the trees. Gigi, annoyed by their bickering, stung each of them lightly to get their attention. In the scuffle, the pen slipped from Shushan’s grasp and fell to the forest floor.

Suddenly, the pen floated mid-air and danced towards a young oak tree. Before their eyes, it began to write on the bark of the tree in delicate, flowing script:

“To be…”

Zara’s eyes widened. “That’s from Shakespeare’s Hamlet! To be or not to be!”

The girls stared in awe as the pen continued to write:

“The truth has a calm heart.”
“You’re not supposed to get old until you’re wise.”

They were spellbound.

Gigi explained, “This is no ordinary pen. It writes on its own every hundred years, revealing wisdom and poetry from ages past. And today, it has chosen to write in your presence because you are special.”

Still mesmerized, the girls watched as the pen moved to a large yellow leaf and wrote again:

“When my Maestro died, I was still in his hand, inheriting his thoughts. I could not find peace from grief and so I flew to this forest in the World of Fairy Tales. My Maestro was the unrivalled poet, the eternal Bard… William Shakespeare.”

Zara wiped away a tear, and Shushan squeezed her hand. “Don’t cry,” she said. “The pen lives on, and with it, Shakespeare’s legacy continues.”

A Promise to Remember

The sun had nearly set, casting a mystical glow through the forest canopy. Gigi buzzed happily. “Few ever witness the Magic Pen of the Bard, but now you have. Cherish this day and share the story so the world remembers.”

Zara and Shushan promised to tell their classmates and their beloved teacher Ms. Shahinian about the incredible discovery. They knew this secret forest, with its talking bee and magic pen, was a treasure trove of stories waiting to be told.

As they walked home, the words of the pen lingered in the air like a song:

“The truth has a calm heart.”
“You’re not supposed to get old until you’re wise.”

In their hearts, they carried not just the thrill of discovery, but the spirit of Shakespeare himself—alive in ink, leaves, and dreams.

✅ Moral of the Story

True wisdom is timeless, and curiosity can unlock the most magical secrets. Only when we set aside envy and conflict can we truly appreciate the treasures the world has to offer.