I am Mistress Marigold, Keeper of Little Secrets.

I live quietly in the old house, where the floors creak and the rafters sigh. I do not meddle, but I see much. Tiny pawprints on the windowsill. A feather caught in the curtain. A trail of crumbs leading somewhere curious.

These are the signs of The Pocket Pals—their adventures unfolding just out of sight. They think themselves hidden, but I keep watch with a kind eye and a patient heart. I collect their stories, polish them like lantern-light, and share them only with those who believe.

For magic is small, often overlooked. But I promise you, if you listen closely… the Pocket Pals will never be far away.