Osmany is a little boy. He is curious and brave. He likes to look and listen.
One morning, Osmany walks into the Alchemy Workshop. It smells like lemons and warm tea. Bottles go clink. Spoons go ting.
On the table is a big jar of Rainbow Dust. It is shiny. It makes tiny colors dance on the wall.
Osmany whispers, “Wow.”
A whoosh comes from the door.
Storm Chaser rushes in. Storm Chaser wears a windy cape and goggles. Storm Chaser smiles. “Hi, Osmany! I chase clouds. I hear a storm is coming.”
Osmany nods. “I want to help.”
Just then, Professor steps out from behind a tall shelf. Professor has a long coat and a serious face. “No touching,” says Professor. “This dust is for my big experiment.”
Osmany holds his hands close to his chest. He is polite. “Okay.”
Boom. A small thunder roll shakes the window.
The jar wiggles.
Clink!
The lid pops off.
Pooof!
Rainbow Dust flies up like glittery smoke. It swirls to the ceiling. Then it slips into a crack and vanishes.
Professor gasps. “My Rainbow Dust!”
Storm Chaser points. “We must find it fast. The storm wind will blow it away!”
Osmany feels a little worried. But he stays steady. “We can find it,” he says.
They look under the table. They look behind the jars. Osmany crawls slowly. “Dust, dust,” he calls.
Storm Chaser listens with the goggles tilted. “I hear a tiny tinkle.”
Professor crosses arms. “Hmph. It was safe with me.”
Osmany looks at Professor. “Can you help us, please?”
Professor blinks. The serious face softens. “Yes,” Professor says quietly. “I will help.”
They follow the sound.
Past the bubbling pot.
Past the sleepy broom.
To a small cupboard door.
The door is stuck.
Storm Chaser tries. “Pull!”
Professor tries. “Push!”
Osmany thinks. He is clever. He sees a tiny drop of sticky syrup on the latch. “It is glued,” he says.
Osmany takes a warm cloth. Wipe, wipe. The latch is clean.
Click!
The door opens.
Inside is a little glass bowl. The Rainbow Dust is hiding there, sparkling like tiny stars.
Storm Chaser laughs. “Found you!”
Professor sighs. “Good job, Osmany.”
But then the storm wind blows through a crack. Whooo!
The dust starts to lift again.
Osmany acts fast. “Lid!” he says.
Storm Chaser holds the jar.
Professor holds the funnel.
Osmany gently pours the dust back in. Slow. Careful.
Plip-plip. Sparkle-sparkle.
The lid goes on tight.
The workshop calms. The thunder drifts away.
Professor kneels down to Osmany. “I was too strict,” Professor says. “You were kind and brave.”
Storm Chaser gives Osmany a small pouch. “For you,” Storm Chaser says.
Osmany peeks inside. It is a tiny treasure: three safe glow-stones, red, blue, and green. They shine in his palm.
Osmany giggles. “Mine!”
Professor smiles now. “And one more gift,” Professor says.
Professor shows Osmany a simple trick. Tap the jar. Say, “Hello, colors.”
Osmany taps. “Hello, colors.”
A little rainbow dot appears on the wall.
Osmany claps. Storm Chaser cheers.
In the Alchemy Workshop, Osmany feels warm and proud. He found the lost dust. He made a new team. And he has glowing treasure to take home.