The Magic Whistle

In a market bustling, a vibrant spree, Fruits piled high, for all to see! Carts squeaked loud, a joyful sound, Where a boy named Finn, something wondrous found.

A glint of silver, beneath a stall's shade, A whistle gleaming, uniquely made! He picked it up, felt a magical spark, With his furry friend, Bolt, a playful bark!

He blew a small note, a toot so light, And a ginger cat, jumped with all its might! It landed softly, right on Bolt's head, Finn giggled loudly, "This is fun instead!"

He blew a longer note, clear and bright, And chickens started, a dizzying flight! They circled the market, a feathered storm, Brought laughter and chaos, keeping everyone warm!

A honk he blew next, strong and deep, And the grumpy old goose, started to leap! He followed Finn closely, with a wobbly gait, Dodging the shoppers, sealing his fate!

But Finn saw the trouble, the mess he had made, The market in chaos, a noisy parade! He knew he had to, make things right, End this wild magic, with all his might!

He blew one last note, soft and low, "Back to your places, it's time to go!" The animals listened, with understanding eyes, And settled down quickly, beneath the skies.

Finn placed the whistle, back where he'd found, On the dusty ground, without a sound. Sometimes, adventure, is a wonderful thing, But helping others, makes your heart sing!