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- Herausgeber: Kelly Johnson
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Sprache: Englisch
In Charlie the Chimp Checks the Clock by Kelly Johnson, young and curious Charlie the Chimp wakes up one morning in his peaceful jungle treehouse to a strange, buzzing sound that turns out to be a mysterious new objecta shiny clock unlike anything hes ever seen. As Charlie explores the ticking, beeping device, hes joined by his playful friends Lola the Lemur, Max the Macaw, and Sally the Sparrow, who help him uncover its purpose and magic. With growing excitement, the friends learn that the clock is a tool for understanding timehow it passes, how its measured, and how it helps structure their day. Together, they begin to explore the numbers on its face, the movement of the hands, and the steady rhythm that feels like the heartbeat of the jungle. What begins as a simple discovery soon blossoms into a joyful journey of friendship, learning, and wonder, as Charlie and his companions realize that time is not just something to trackits something to cherish.
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Seitenzahl: 83
Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025
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Charlie the Chimp Checks the Clock
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 Big Surprise
Chapter 2: What’s This Tick-Tock?
Chapter 3: Learning the Numbers
Chapter 4: The Big Hand and the Little Hand
Chapter 5: Morning, Noon, and Night
Chapter 6: The Jungle Jam Session
Chapter 7: Racing the Clock
Chapter 8: When the Clock Strikes
Chapter 9: The Gift of Time
Chapter 10: Charlie’s Clock Club
Title: Charlie the Chimp Checks the Clock
Author: Kelly Johnson
Chapter 1: The Big Surprise
The morning sunlight slipped gently through the thick leaves of the jungle canopy, casting dappled patterns of gold and green all around Charlie the Chimp’s cozy treehouse. Soft beams of light filtered through the fluttering leaves, painting delicate shapes on the wooden floor and the woven walls. The air was fresh and cool, carrying the earthy scent of moss, damp soil, and blooming wildflowers that carpeted the forest floor. Somewhere nearby, a cluster of bright orchids swayed gently, their petals glistening with morning dew.
From the distance, the jungle was alive with sound—a cheerful symphony of birdsong filled the air. Colorful parrots called to one another in playful chatter, while small hummingbirds zipped between flowers, their tiny wings buzzing like a soft hum. A family of howler monkeys began their morning greetings, their deep, rolling calls echoing through the towering trees, blending with the gentle rustling of leaves stirred by a soft breeze weaving its way through the branches.
Inside his snug treehouse, Charlie stirred awake, his body stretching wide as he yawned a big, toothy yawn. His arms reached up high, claws flexing and then relaxing as he blinked open his sleepy eyes. The cozy hammock he had made from vines swayed gently as the breeze whispered around him, carrying with it the sweet aroma of ripe bananas hanging from nearby trees. The sound of insects buzzing softly and leaves rustling created a peaceful, familiar backdrop that made the morning feel warm and safe.
But just as Charlie was about to sit up and greet the day properly, a strange new sound cut through the usual jungle chorus—a buzzing, beeping noise unlike anything he had heard before. It was steady and rhythmic, repeating itself like a curious little song, but mechanical and urgent.
“Bzzz! Bzzz! Bzzz!” the sound went on, filling the space with a strange, insistent rhythm.
Charlie’s ears perked up immediately. He tilted his head to one side, his eyes widening with curiosity and a hint of surprise. He scanned the corners of the treehouse, his mind racing to find the source of this unusual noise. It wasn’t the chatter of the other monkeys playing in the branches, nor the gentle hum of the bees as they darted among the flowers. The nearby toucans’ melodic calls did not match this new, peculiar sound. This was different—something mechanical, yet small and alive in its own way, almost as if it were calling out to him.
“What is that?” Charlie murmured, his voice soft but filled with wonder.
The buzzing grew a little louder as he carefully swung out of his hammock and padded softly toward the corner of the room. His small feet barely made a sound on the wooden planks as he moved closer to the source. The sound seemed to beckon him, filling him with a mixture of excitement and curiosity that made his heart beat a little faster.
Peering around a small wooden table near the window, Charlie’s eyes landed on a shiny, round object resting quietly in the morning light. It was smooth and polished, unlike anything he had seen in the jungle before. Numbers circled its face like tiny lanterns, and two small hands slowly moved around and around, keeping time in a steady, gentle rhythm. And beside them, a little red hand spun swiftly, like a tiny dancer racing around the circle.
Charlie reached out a tentative hand, his fingers brushing the cool surface as the buzzing beeped softly in time with the ticking hands. The mysterious object seemed to pulse with life, as if it held a secret waiting just for him to uncover.
His eyes sparkled with newfound curiosity, and a slow smile spread across his face. This buzzing, beeping sound wasn’t just noise—it was the beginning of a brand-new adventure, one that would change how Charlie saw his jungle world forever.
With his heart pounding in anticipation, Charlie whispered to himself, “I have to find out what this is.” And with that, his journey into the magical mystery of time had begun.
He climbed carefully down from his leafy hammock, his toes finding soft purchase on the wooden floorboards. The buzzing grew louder with every step he took, guiding him toward a corner of the treehouse he rarely visited. There, sitting all shiny and new on a small wooden table covered in colorful leaves and jungle flowers, was a curious object unlike anything Charlie had ever seen before.
The object was round and smooth, with a face covered in numbers arranged neatly around its edge. Two little hands, one short and stubby, the other long and slender, moved around and around in a steady dance. A small, ticking sound joined the buzzing, steady and rhythmic, like a heartbeat for the strange new visitor.
Charlie blinked in amazement, his eyes wide as saucers. “What could this be?” he whispered, reaching out cautiously to touch the smooth glass face. It felt cool and hard beneath his fingers, unlike anything else in his jungle home.
He lifted the object gently, turning it over in his hands and marveling at the intricate markings on the back. The buzzing stopped for a moment, then started again, as if the device was waking up, ready to tell its story.
Charlie’s mind raced with questions. Was it a new kind of jungle friend? A magical treasure? Or maybe a tool to help him with something he hadn’t even thought of yet?
His heart thrummed with excitement as he sat back down on the wooden floor, cradling the mysterious clock in his hands. Little did he know, this shiny new object would change the way he saw the jungle, his friends, and even himself.
For this was no ordinary thing—it was a clock, a keeper of time, and the beginning of an adventure that would teach Charlie about numbers, moments, and the magic of every passing second.
Charlie’s eyes grew wide. “What could this be?” he asked himself, reaching out a tentative finger to touch it.
Suddenly, the buzzing sound turned into a loud, ringing noise that startled him. “Brrrring! Brrrring!” The little object was making all kinds of noises now!
Charlie jumped back and let out a surprised squeak. Then, his face brightened into a wide smile. “Oh! It’s some kind of… noise-maker? Or maybe a new toy?”
His curiosity took over completely. With a determined gleam in his eyes, Charlie carefully hoisted himself onto the sturdy wooden table, his nimble fingers reaching out to touch the shiny object. It felt smooth and cool beneath his fingertips, and the surface caught the morning sunlight, making the numbers on its face shimmer and dance like tiny fireflies. Each number—from one to twelve—stood proudly in a neat circle, like lanterns lighting the way through a mysterious forest.
Charlie’s gaze followed the slow, steady movement of the two little hands. One was short and thick, moving almost imperceptibly from one number to the next, while the other was longer, sweeping gracefully around the circle in a rhythm that never paused or wavered. The hands seemed to glide effortlessly, as if they knew exactly where they needed to be, never missing a beat.
His ears twitched, catching the faint buzzing that had first drawn him in. The sound had quieted now, replaced by a gentle tick-tock that seemed to echo softly through the room.
Just then, a familiar shadow swept past the open window, and Lola the Lemur swung in gracefully, her long tail curling playfully around a sturdy branch as she landed beside Charlie. Her bright eyes sparkled with curiosity as she peered at the strange object resting on the table.
“Morning, Charlie! What’s that shiny thing you found?” Lola asked, her voice full of excitement.
Charlie turned to her with a smile, his mind buzzing with questions. “I don’t know exactly! It makes funny sounds and has these moving hands that never stop. I think it’s called a clock! Someone must have left it here while they were visiting the jungle.”
Lola’s eyes grew wide, and she bounced lightly on the windowsill. “A clock? What’s a clock? I’ve never seen anything like it!”
Charlie shrugged, feeling a mixture of puzzlement and excitement. “I think it tells time, but I’m not sure how it works yet. The hands move around and make this soft ticking noise… it’s kind of like the clock is alive.”
Together, they leaned closer, watching the hands move slowly and steadily. The ticking grew louder, rhythmic and calming, filling the room with a gentle heartbeat. “Tick… tock… tick… tock,” it went, steady and sure.
“It sounds like the clock is talking to us,” Lola said with a giggle, her eyes sparkling with delight. “Maybe it’s telling us a secret about the day!”
Charlie nodded eagerly, his imagination spinning with possibilities. “Maybe it’s showing us when to wake up, when to eat, or when to play! This could be a new kind of jungle magic.”
Lola reached out a cautious paw to touch the clock’s face, then pulled back with a smile. “It’s like a little dance happening right in front of us—one that never stops.”
