In the heart of the Magic Meadow, where the flowers danced and the trees whispered secrets, lived a clever white rabbit named Whiskers.

One sunny morning, Whiskers saw a flash of gold. It was the Golden Butterfly! Flutter, flutter, high in the sky.

Among the tall grass, a sneaky wolf named Wriggle watched. His tummy grumbled, and he licked his lips. 'Gold means good,' he thought.

Whiskers loved the Golden Butterfly and followed it, hopping over tulips and tiptoeing under mushrooms. 'Catch me if you can!' laughed the butterfly.

Wriggle pounced, but the butterfly was too quick. 'Whoosh!' it went, leaving Wriggle in a flowery tumble.

Along the way, Whiskers found a sparkling spring. He stopped to drink, the cool water tickling his nose.

Wriggle was close behind. 'I’ll catch you, little rabbit!' he growled. But the butterfly had other plans.

Suddenly, the Golden Butterfly landed on Wriggle’s nose! Wriggle was so surprised, he froze. 'Bzzz!'

'Gotcha!' giggled the butterfly. 'Let’s play together!' The wolf was puzzled, but curiosity won.

Whiskers hopped back, joining the fun. They played hide and seek, running through the meadow, laughing and leaping.

At the day’s end, Wriggle smiled and said, 'Friends are golden.' Whiskers wiggled his nose in agreement.

The moon rose, and the friends curled up together, dreaming sweet dreams of more whimsical adventures.