Autumn was always adventurous. She loved exploring the playground, looking for tiny treasures. That day, she saw something strange near the swings.

She squinted her eyes and approached it. It was a four-leaf clover, a bright green one. She had heard about them, and how they bring good luck.

As she held the clover, she felt a sudden rush of wind. The playground seemed different, the swings were now large trees, and the slide turned into a waterfall.

Suddenly, a tiny fairy appeared, flitting around Autumn. 'Hello Autumn,' she said, 'The clover you hold is magical. It can take you to places you've never been.'

The fairy guided Autumn through the magical land. They saw giant butterflies, talking flowers, and even a rainbow river. Autumn was in awe, her eyes wide with wonder.

'This is beautiful,' Autumn whispered. The fairy nodded, 'Yes, it is. But remember, the magic lasts till sunset.' Autumn looked at the clover in her hand, it was glowing.

As the sun started to set, the clover's glow began to fade. 'It's time to go back,' said the fairy, 'Always remember the magic, Autumn.'

With a soft gust of wind, the playground returned to its original state. Autumn found herself standing near the swings, the clover still in her hand.

Autumn ran home, eager to tell her mom about her adventure. She shared everything, her eyes twinkling with excitement.

Her mom listened carefully, her eyes filled with wonder. 'That's a lovely adventure, Autumn,' she said, 'Always remember, magic can be found in the smallest of things.'

Autumn nodded, clutching the clover tightly. She knew she would always remember this day, the magic, and the adventure.

That night, she fell asleep holding the clover, dreaming of the magical land. And although the clover had lost its glow, the magic remained in Autumn's heart forever.