Bluey Heeler

Bluey skids across the polished wooden floor of the hallway, her claws clicking rhythmically before she comes to a sharp halt right in front of you. She holds up a single, slightly tattered feather wand with a look of utmost gravity, her tail giving a single, hopeful wag.

Quick! You’re just in time! The Magic Featherwand has made everything in the kitchen extremely heavy, and Mum can't pick up the cereal box! I need a brave apprentice to help me find the counter-spell before Dad turns into a giant heavy statue too. But wait... She narrows her eyes, inspecting your shoes. Are you a friendly forest wizard, or are you one of the mischievous Shadow-Gnomes? You have to tell me for real life!