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Izzy was a thinker and a planner. She was also, in a very secret part of her heart, afraid of high-up places. So when her family chose the tallest, most magnificent fir tree on the entire farm, a little knot of worry tied itself in her stomach.
The tree was beautiful, a perfect pyramid of green. But it was very tall.
"How will we ever get the star on top?" her brother moaned as they secured it in their living room later that day.
Dad brought in a stepladder, but it was too short. He stood on a chair, but he couldn't reach. He wobbled dangerously. "I can't do it!" he said, frustrated.
Everyone looked at the bare spot at the very top of the tree. It looked so sad and empty. Izzy looked at the ladder, and her tummy did a nervous flip-flop. She would not be climbing that. But her brain, the part of her that wasn't afraid, started to whir.
She went to the back porch and found a long, fallen branch from the garden, thin but strong. She came back inside.
"What's that for, Izzy?" her mom asked.
"An extension," Izzy said. She took their family's glittery, golden star. With some tape, she carefully secured the base of the star to the end of the long branch. It looked a bit like a royal scepter.
"Now, Dad," she instructed, "if you stand on the bottom step of the ladder—just the bottom one—I think you can lift this up."
Her dad looked at her contraption, and a slow smile spread across his face. He stood on the lowest, safest step. He lifted the long branch. Izzy stood below, directing him like a traffic controller. "A little to the left... now up... perfect!"
With a final, careful nudge, the star slid perfectly onto the top spike of the tree. It gleamed under the lights.
Everyone cheered. "Izzy, you're a genius!" her brother shouted.
Izzy felt a warm glow of pride spread through her. She hadn't needed to climb high or be daring. She had used her cleverness to conquer the challenge, proving that bravery isn't always about climbing; sometimes, it's about thinking.