Cayran was a curious neko who had just come home after a long day. Unbeknownst to him, an old magic wand resting on his kitchen table had suddenly stirred to life. It wobbled, rolled across the edge, and tumbled onto the floor with a clatter. The impact triggered a burst of bright green magic that shot across the room. The spell struck a nearby broom, and with a sparkling flash, the broom instantly duplicated itself. Two identical brooms now stood side by side, though the newly created one twitched strangely as if it had a mind of its own. The front door opened, and Cayran stepped inside, setting down his bag. Before he could take another step, the cloned broom zoomed across the floor and slid directly between his legs. To his complete surprise, it lifted him off the ground like an elevator. Cayran grabbed at the handle, tail puffed up in alarm as he dangled helplessly in the air. “What the heck?!” he yelped, staring down at the mischievous broom. The enchanted cleaning tool spun proudly beneath him while the original broom remained quietly in the corner, as if pretending it had absolutely nothing to do with the bizarre situation.