On a spring day, a little boy named Arian lived in a small, beautiful village. Arian was a creative, energetic boy who always loved building and making new things. He also loved playing different games with his friends and looked every day for new adventures to discover.
One day, Arian was playing with his friends in the forest. They were looking for a place to build an imaginary, dreamy house where anything could be possible. Arian said to his friends, “Let’s gather sticks and build a dream house!”
Arian’s friends, Sara and Mehrad, set to work with eagerness. They chose big sticks and little sticks and began to build their house. Arian joined the sticks together carefully, and Sara and Mehrad helped use beauties like flowers and forest leaves to decorate the house.
When their house was nearly finished, a dear old wizard named Mr. Naro decided to come and see them. Mr. Naro smiled and said, “What a beautiful house you have built! But do you know that this house is a dream house?”
Arian and his friends looked at Mr. Naro in wonder. Mr. Naro went on, “In this house, anything is possible. You only have to believe and make your wishes real there.”
Arian and his friends looked at one another with glad hearts and decided to see what wonderful things would become real. With belief and wonder, they used their power to bring wonders. Arian wished that in his dream house he would always have a good time with his friends and have new adventures together.
Suddenly, just then, their house began to shine and glow. The flowers and leaves shone in new shapes and colors, and the air filled with energy and magic. Arian and his friends felt they had entered a new, wonderful world where everything they imagined could be possible.
They smiled at one another and said, “This is a dream house! A place where everything can become real.”
From that day on, Arian and his friends played together every day in their dream house and had new adventures there. This dream house became a place where they were always happy and glad, and they kept everything as a memory.
The End.