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The hidden tale of Angel the Invisible Chicken
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Angel the Invisible Chicken:
A feathered Fable

No one meant to make Angel disappear. Certainly not Binx, her best friend, her fellow mischief-maker, and the Hollow’s unofficial potion fiddler.

 

You see, Binx was never meant to be a wizard or a warlock. His true calling was to carry the lantern, a glowing light to guide his sisters, Sage the herbalist and Amethyst the enchantress. But like any curious little brother… he had other ideas. While Sage brewed spells in bundles of herbs and Amethyst whispered wishes to the rocks, Binx couldn’t help but sneak into their ingredients. He didn’t study. He didn’t measure. He just mixed.

One day, back in 2022, Binx was crafting something he called “a small sparkle of greatness” in a wobbly old cauldron. Angel, bright-eyed, bold-hearted, and always curious, strolled up beside him. “Can I help?” she asked. Of course she could. They were best pals. But just as Binx was about to add the final shimmer to his chaotic concoction… PFFFTT!!

As told by those who still believe...
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One of Angel’s soft white feathers drifted off in the breeze and — plop! — right into the bubbling potion. There was no time to stop it. A burst of stardust, glitter, and light erupted like a thousand fireflies in the summer. When the dust finally settled… Angel was gone. No squawk. No strut. No puff of fluff. Just silence, and one very stunned bunny. But Angel wasn’t lost, not truly. Only Binx could hear her now. Her voice fluttered in his ears like wind through the grass, soft and sure. “I’m okay,” she told him. “I’m still here.” And she was. Still is.

She clucks in the breeze, and she gets into so much trouble with Binx now, because let’s face it, being invisible is very useful for mischief.

Every now and then, when her laughter shakes loose a feather, it loses its magic, unless someone finds it… and chooses to believe again, so if you ever spot a soft white feather in the Hollow, or drifting across the petting zoo, hold it gently. Close your eyes, and if you feel a breeze, just know Angel the invisible is standing right beside you.

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