Tom wanted to be the new royal wizard.
So did everyone else.
But only one wizard could try out.
"I will pick the best wizard soon," said Master Wizard.
Tom practiced lots of magic spells.
The other wizards practiced too.
One day Master called all the wizards.
"Each wizard must make a gift appear," he said.
"I will pick the best gift—and the best wizard."
Walter laughed. "Tom can't make a gift appear!"
Other wizards laughed too.
Tom frowned.
Wizards made fancy cakes and candy appear.
Golden coins and pens appeared too.
Then Tom lifted his wand.
"I'll give everyone red socks with dots!"
Poof! Poof!
"You fool!" cried Walter.
"You gave us red spots!"
"We all have chicken pox!" said another wizard.
"Everyone is sick but you, Tom," said Master.
"You must go to the palace."
"I will do my best, Master!" said Tom.
Tom got his sack and hurried away.
A minute later he was back.
"Master?" asked Tom.
"Where is the palace?"
Master sighed and gave Tom a map.
"You must go through the Dark Forest," warned Master.
"It is very dangerous.
Make sure you stay on the path!"
Tom took the map and headed for the Dark Forest.
