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In the middle of the deepest night, when  the night is darkest, a train travels through the world. It’s big, but so quiet you can hardly hear it. Its lights are dim, like little stars. And when it passes your house, you hear the soft tinkle of the bells and feel the gentle breeze. No adult has ever seen or heard it.

Once upon a time in our small town there was a very special house. It looked different from the others. It was vanilla in color and instead of a roof there was a huge cherry tree. The whole house looked like one big muffin. Every day a beautiful smell came from its windows and slowly spread all over the town. It was the smell of various goodies. The good fairy cooks cooked in that house.

Once upon a time there was a small village. There were several houses in it. They were close to each other, so everyone knew everyone else in that village. They were all good neighbours and friends, but two children were the best friends.

In a secluded spot by the forest there was a beautiful wooden house. Around it there were only trees and meadows. There were dogs guarding the garden, sheep grazing and a cat running around. In the pigsty, a piglet lazed around, and outside, deer and squirrels occasionally walked past the building. The house smelled of wood. Two children lived there. A boy and a girl.

Far away from us in the middle of the great ocean there is a small island. It’s called Magic Island. It has an extraordinary power. It can discern what a person is really like. Whether he has a good heart or a bad heart. Every time someone is shipwrecked at sea and swims to this island, they experience strange things.