Abby the Ant Builds an Airplane E-Book

Kelly Johnson

• Herausgeber: Kelly Johnson
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 86

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

Abby the Ant is no ordinary antwhile her colony stays busy building tunnels and foraging, Abby dreams of touching the sky. Inspired by the birds she watches from the meadow, she dares to imagine something no ant has ever done before: fly. Fueled by determination and wonder, Abby sketches blueprints and gathers materialsbanana peels, paperclips, walnut shellsto build a tiny airplane of her own design. Despite the doubts and challenges she faces, Abbys creativity and courage lead her to assemble a flying machine that reflects not only her ingenuity but also the beauty of dreaming big. With heart and hope, Abby proves that even the smallest creatures can reach great heights.

Leseprobe

IMPRESSUM

Abby the Ant Builds an Airplane

Author: Kelly Johnson

© 2025 Kelly Johnson.

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Author: Kelly Johnson

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This eBook is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1: The Dream That Took Flight

Chapter 2: Blueprints and Banana Peels

Chapter 3: The Workshop in the Oak Tree

Chapter 4: Team Ant Assembles

Chapter 5: The First Test Flight (And a Tumble)

Chapter 6: Advice from the Bees

Chapter 7: Midnight Construction and Marshmallow Wings

Chapter 8: Lift-Off at Ladybug Lake

Chapter 9: A Loop-the-Loop Over Caterpillar Canyon

Chapter 10: Captain Abby’s Sky School

Title: Abby the Ant Builds an Airplane

Author: Kelly Johnson

Chapter 1: The Dream That Took Flight

One sunny afternoon, Abby the Ant stood quietly at the edge of a sprawling dandelion patch, her tiny eyes wide with wonder and sparkling with a curious light. The golden petals around her shimmered softly in the warm sunlight, and the sweet scent of blooming flowers filled the air, mingling with the faint, earthy aroma of freshly turned soil. Above her, the sky stretched out endlessly—a brilliant, bright blue canvas dotted with puffy white clouds that drifted lazily like cotton balls floating on a gentle breeze.

Abby’s antennae twitched in rhythm with the soft rustling of the tall grass that swayed all around her, creating a soothing whisper that seemed to call her name. She lifted her gaze higher, mesmerized by the graceful dance of the birds soaring overhead. Their wings beat with effortless power, slicing through the air like ribbons of freedom as they glided, dipped, and circled with the kind of joy that seemed to come from nowhere but pure happiness itself.

A flash of red and brown caught Abby’s eye—a robin swooped low over the dandelions, its wings beating steadily before it rose again with a joyful chirp that echoed through the meadow. Abby watched in awe as the bird stretched its wings wide, catching a warm updraft and sailing higher, until it was just a tiny speck against the sky’s vast expanse.

“I want to fly too,” Abby whispered softly, her voice so gentle it was nearly lost in the rustling grasses and the distant hum of bees visiting the flowers. The words felt like a secret promise she made to herself—a wish that fluttered inside her chest like a tiny, hopeful heartbeat.

Unlike the other ants in her colony, who busily scurried back and forth carrying crumbs, leaves, and bits of food to their underground tunnels, Abby often found herself pausing to look up instead of down. While her friends focused on the paths beneath their feet, Abby’s thoughts soared as high as the birds above her. She loved how the wind danced playfully through the treetops, teasing leaves and sending dandelion seeds drifting like tiny parachutes through the air.

She loved the way the clouds seemed to tell stories—sometimes they looked like giant fluffy animals, other times like castles or sailing ships drifting across the sky. Every moment brought a new picture, and Abby felt like she could watch them for hours without ever growing bored.

While her ant friends dreamed of building bigger tunnels or finding the tastiest bits of food, Abby’s dreams were stitched together from something different—soft feathers, warm sunlight, and endless skies that called to her heart. She imagined herself soaring above the trees, feeling the wind rush past her tiny body and the world spread out like a vast, magical map below.

Sometimes, when the others were busy with their daily work, Abby would climb to the highest blade of grass she could find and close her eyes, pretending to catch the wind beneath her own invisible wings. In those moments, she felt light and free, as if she really could fly.

And on this sunny afternoon, standing at the edge of the dandelion patch with the sky so wide above her, Abby felt that spark of hope growing stronger than ever before—an unshakable belief that one day, she would find a way to take flight and touch the sky she loved so much.

She pulled a crumpled leaf from her satchel and smoothed it out on a flat stone. It was her special “thinking leaf,” filled with doodles and sketches she had made of flying machines—some with beetle wings, others with dragonfly propellers, and one shaped like a walnut with glider fins. Abby tapped a berry-stained pencil against her chin, thinking hard.

“What would it feel like,” Abby wondered aloud, her voice barely more than a soft whisper carried on the breeze, “to lift off the ground and see the whole world from above?”

She stood very still, letting the words hang in the air around her, as if speaking them aloud might somehow make the impossible a little more real. The meadow stretched endlessly before her, a sea of green dotted with wildflowers and shimmering dewdrops that caught the sunlight like tiny diamonds. The sky above was vast and inviting, its deep blue canvas stretching beyond what her little eyes could see.

Just then, the wind picked up—a gentle, playful breeze that fluttered the leaf she held delicately in her tiny paws. A stray dandelion seed broke free from its fluffy home, caught by the air as if by magic. Abby’s eyes widened as she followed its slow, graceful journey, watching the seed twirl and dance, spinning higher and higher into the sky.

It floated effortlessly, twisting and turning like a tiny ballerina performing just for her, until it was no more than a speck against the endless blue. Abby’s lips curled into a wide grin, her heart swelling with a feeling she hadn’t known before—hope mingled with excitement, like a spark lighting a fire deep inside her.

“Maybe I could build something,” Abby whispered, her voice growing stronger with each word, filled now with a fierce, blossoming determination. “Something small, but strong. Something that could carry an ant like me!” The idea settled deep inside her like a spark catching dry tinder, ready to burst into a brilliant flame.

The thought sent a thrilling shiver down her tiny spine. Her little heart began to beat faster—thumping loud enough, it seemed, to echo through her whole body. It was a wild, exhilarating rhythm, a mix of nervousness and joy dancing together. The task ahead felt almost impossible, like trying to catch a star plucked from the night sky or holding the wind gently in her hands without letting it slip away. But that very impossibility made it all the more wonderful, more wildly exciting than anything she had ever dared to imagine.

Abby carefully folded the leaf she had been drawing on, its edges soft and worn from her hopeful fingers. The gentle rustle as she tucked it back into her satchel sounded like a quiet promise—a promise to herself and to the sky that she would try, no matter what. She glanced up once more at the endless blue above, where clouds drifted lazily like cotton candy castles, then looked down at the vibrant meadow around her. The air buzzed with life—the busy humming of bees weaving through wildflowers, the cheerful chirping of crickets hidden among the grass, and the faint rustle of wings from butterflies nearby.

Without a second thought, Abby sprang into action. Her six legs moved swiftly across the soft earth, each step eager and light as if the ground itself wanted to help carry her forward. She darted through the waving grasses that brushed her sides like friendly hands, past bursts of bright wildflowers swaying gently in the afternoon breeze. The world around her blurred into a beautiful swirl of green and gold, the sunlight dappling through the leaves like sparkling jewels.

Her mind buzzed with ideas and plans, tumbling one after another like the lively stream near her home. What materials could she use? How would she shape the wings? What clever tricks could make her invention strong yet light? She imagined tiny gears turning, delicate threads pulling, and wings stretching wide to catch the wind just right.

With every bounding step, Abby’s excitement grew, fueling her like a gust of wind beneath her wings—wings she had yet to build but already dreamed of flying.

She knew the path ahead wouldn’t be easy. She would need clever ideas, gathered parts, and handy tools to make her dream real. Most of all, she would need help—friends who shared her vision and were willing to work alongside her.

Because dreams, she understood now, were like those dandelion seeds caught on the wind. They floated far and wide, carried by chance and hope. But to catch one, to make it grow, sometimes you just had to leap.

And Abby the Ant was ready to leap.

Her heart full of courage, her spirit soaring even without wings yet, Abby ran toward the future—toward adventure, discovery, and the sky she longed to touch.

Chapter 2: Blueprints and Banana Peels

With crayons clutched carefully in her tiny paws, Abby the Ant sat at her mossy worktable deep in concentration beneath the warm, flickering glow of a firefly lantern. The soft golden light cast dancing shadows on the leafy canopy above, turning the workshop into a cozy cocoon of creativity and quiet determination. Around her, the gentle hum of nighttime insects filled the air—a comforting symphony of chirps, buzzes, and the rustle of leaves in the evening breeze.

Her brow was furrowed in thoughtful focus, antennae twitching with excitement as she leaned closer to the leaf paper spread out before her. The surface was smooth yet slightly textured, perfect for sketching her ideas. Her tongue poked out just a bit in concentration as she carefully traced each curve and line, imagining how her design might take shape in three dimensions.