When Leo first started going to the shed, it was out of pure boredom. Their old house had seemed interesting at first, but like an empty treasure chest, yielded no secrets. So he had moved on to the shed, a small, squat structure made of rotting wood and rusty nails. The first time he ventured into its shadowy depths (or so he imagined) he emerged with the spoils of a hammer, a broken jackknife, and a small compass. The second time, the only interesting thing he found was a small silver pocket watch that didn’t work. He forced his jackknife between the watch and its side knob then twisted. The knob flew off, ricocheting off one wall to the other. He heard his mom calling him from the house, urging him to clean his room. The watch, in the meantime, fell to the ground. Leo groaned, then went to pick it up. Suddenly, the watch began to glow, then everything went black.
When Leo woke up he was in the middle of a forest. With an inward groan, he pushed himself off the ground and took in his surroundings. Then shock set in. He wasn’t at home! He promptly plopped down against a tree and started to think. If he wasn’t at home, where was he? He was wearing the same clothes, so he dug around in his pocket for his compass. He found it, and along with it a small strip of paper. He took it out, and read it. “Solve this riddle to go back home. I am light as a feather, yet no man can hold me for long. What am I?” Great, Leo thought. All I needed was a riddle to make this day better. He started westward, towards the setting sun in that strange land. After a few hours, it was dark and cold. Leo saw a faint glow in the distance and headed towards it. When he arrived, he saw that it was a farmhouse with a barn. No one will mind if I stay a night here, he thought. He opened the door to the pitch-dark barn. He laid down in a corner and took out the paper. After thinking about for a while, he fell fast asleep.
A few hours later, he was awakened by the neighing of a horse. He woke up to the magnificent sight of a Pegasus in all of its glory. The paper lay in front of the horse, with the words lying face up. The horse began to snuffle and blow air at him. Annoyed, Leo got up and went over to the horse. It gestured towards the paper, then began to draw air into his lungs. Then it dawned on him. The horse was breathing! The answer to the riddle was breath! As soon as he thought that, he appeared back in the shed. The watch was gone, but his hands were clutching a snow-white feather. In the distance, he heard his mom yelling for him to clean up his room.