Once upon a time, in a land where all things sing, there was a kind and honest king.

This king was named King Wingle, and every day he wore a single jingle. Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling, it made every heart pledge to spring.

King Wingle's kingdom was full of cheer, where the sky was blue and always clear. Butterflies frolicked in the air, as if to say, 'We care, we care!'

The king had a special rule, 'Tell the truth and you'll be cool!' If you lie, you’ll be shy, but if you’re true, we’ll say ‘wahoo!'

One sunny day, in Bumbletown Bay, a mischievous boy named Jay came to play. He said, ‘I’ve got a tale to share, of a dragon who lives in the air!’

Jay’s story caused quite a commotion, like waves in the ocean. The villagers gasped and gaped, their imaginations all reshaped.

King Wingle heard this dragon tale, and with a nod, he said, 'A truth so frail?' He winked and said to the crowd, 'Let's uncover this cloud of doubt loud!'

The king and Jay went on a quest, to find the dragon and put it to rest. They searched high, they searched low, even where the wind does blow.

Through the forest of Ferny Doodles, where the trees played magical noodles, they finally found the truth, in the calm and golden youth.

There was no dragon, no fiery breath, just a tale spun off in a jest. Jay looked at King Wingle’s wise eyes, and said, ‘I’m sorry for the lies.’

King Wingle patted Jay on the back, ‘Truth is the wisdom we lack. A tale is fun when it’s true, and it always begins with you.’

From that day on, in Bumbletown Bay, the villagers had one thing to say, ‘Truth and trust go hand in hand, in every heart and every land.’