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- Herausgeber: Kelly Johnson
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Sprache: Englisch
In the heart of the vibrant African savannah, Cody the Clever Cheetah is known not just for his unmatched speed but for his sharp mind and generous spirit. When a storm destroys the only bridge over Crocodile Creek, leaving young animals cut off from their essential food supply, Cody devises an ingenious plan using palm leaves and vines to create a ferry system that safely carries them across. His cleverness shines again when Queen Zina, a lioness, begs for help to find her missing cub, Leo. With determination and keen observation, Cody tracks the cubs trail into the dangerous rock hills. Combining his intelligence, bravery, and deep care for his fellow animals, Cody shows that true heroism comes from heart and ingenuity. Through teamwork and creative thinking, he proves that even the wildest challenges can be overcome together.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025
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Cody the Clever Cheetah
Author: Kelly Johnson
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Table of Contents
Chapter 1: The Fastest Thinker in the Savannah
Chapter 2: The Lost Cub
Chapter 3: The Ant Hill Emergency
Chapter 4: The Waterhole Woes
Chapter 5: Monkey’s Mango Mix-Up
Chapter 6: The Great Savannah Race
Chapter 7: The Midnight Howl
Chapter 8: The Balloon Ride Adventure
Chapter 9: The Puzzle Tree
Chapter 10: Cleverness is Kindness
Title: Cody the Clever Cheetah
Author: Kelly Johnson
Chapter 1: The Fastest Thinker in the Savannah
In the heart of the sun-drenched savannah, where endless waves of tall grasses swayed gracefully like dancers in a gentle breeze, and the vast blue sky stretched endlessly in every direction, there lived a very special cheetah named Cody. The savannah was a place full of life and color—the golden grasses glistened under the sun’s warm rays, acacia trees dotted the landscape with their flat, umbrella-like canopies, and the distant calls of birds and insects filled the air with a lively melody.
Now, everyone in the savannah knew cheetahs were famous for their speed. They were the fastest land animals, capable of bursts so swift they seemed almost like magic. But among all the cheetahs, there was one who stood out even more—not just for his speed, but for his sharp mind and kind heart. That cheetah was Cody.
The animals all agreed Cody was the fastest of them all. When he ran, his sleek spotted coat blurred like a flickering shadow against the golden fields. He moved with such grace and power that sometimes the wind itself seemed to chase after him, and a shimmering trail of dust marked his passage. Yet, as fast as his legs could carry him, his thoughts moved even quicker.
“Cody the Clever!” the animals often cheered whenever he passed by. The monkeys would clap their hands excitedly, the birds would sing his praises, and even the mighty elephants would nod their large heads in approval. Cody was known far and wide, not because he was the biggest or the loudest, but because he was the one everyone trusted when there was a problem that needed solving.
Cody wasn’t just a blur of speed; he was also a thinker. He wore his favorite red scarf around his neck—a bright splash of color that fluttered behind him as he dashed through the grasslands. And most days, you could find him under his favorite acacia tree, a cool and shady spot where he loved to sit quietly and think.
One sunny morning, the sky a perfect shade of blue and the air buzzing softly with the sounds of the waking savannah, Cody settled beneath the wide branches of the acacia. His tail flicked gently as he scribbled in his little notebook with a piece of charcoal he’d found near the riverbank. Numbers and sketches filled the pages, a mix of puzzles and ideas swirling in his mind.
“Hmm…” Cody murmured to himself, tapping his chin thoughtfully with a paw. “If a hippo can carry four melons in her mouth at once, and there are twelve melons waiting at the riverbank, how many trips will she need to make to carry them all across to the watering hole?”
Just as he was working through the math in his head, a sudden burst of energy came bounding toward him. It was Benny the baboon, hopping and waving his arms with urgency.
“Cody! Cody! We need your brain!” Benny called, nearly out of breath but full of excitement.
Cody looked up, folding his notebook carefully and tucking it into the tall grass beside him. “What’s the matter, Benny?” he asked, standing up and brushing off some stray leaves from his scarf.
Benny scratched his head nervously, his long tail swaying back and forth like a pendulum caught in worry. His bright eyes flickered with concern as he explained, “It’s the vine bridge over Crocodile Creek! It snapped last night during the big storm that rolled through the savannah. The winds howled, and the heavy rains made the creek rise faster than anyone expected. When morning came, the bridge was broken—just hanging there, useless.”
He lowered his voice as if the weight of the news was heavy on his heart. “Now none of the little animals—like the rabbits who hop so carefully, the curious meerkats, and even the young antelopes—can get across to the berry bushes on the other side. They’re stranded! And the berries are just starting to ripen—the best food for them, especially as the dry season edges closer.”
Cody’s ears twitched at the mention of the berry bushes. He knew those bushes well—they were a vital food source, bursting with plump, juicy fruits that gave energy to many animals preparing for the harsher months ahead. Without access to those berries, many of the smaller creatures would struggle to find enough to eat.
“That’s a big problem,” Cody said quietly, his voice steady but full of determination. He shifted his gaze toward the distant Crocodile Creek, where the water sparkled under the sun, weaving gently between rocks and fallen branches. The broken vine bridge was just barely visible from here, strands of twisted vines hanging limply between two banks.
“We’ll have to figure out how to fix the bridge—or find another way for the little ones to get across safely,” Cody added, his mind already spinning with possibilities.
Benny’s eyes brightened a bit, but he shook his head quickly. “I wish it were that easy, Cody. The older animals—like the elephants and buffalo—are all busy getting ready for the dry season migration. They’re gathering water, scouting for fresh grazing areas, and teaching the young ones. Nobody has time to stop and build a new bridge right now.”
Cody tapped his chin thoughtfully, his red scarf fluttering gently in the breeze. “Hmm... okay. We’ll have to be clever about this. I don’t want the little ones to miss out on those berries, but we also can’t slow down the preparations for the migration. There has to be a way.”
He smiled with a spark of excitement. “Alright, Benny, go gather all the little ones here by the acacia tree in about thirty minutes. I’m going to come up with a plan, and we’ll work together to solve this.”
Without wasting a second, Benny bounced away, his tail flicking as he ran through the grasses to spread the news.
Cody took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a moment as the sounds of the savannah filled his ears—the distant trumpeting of elephants, the chirps of birds, and the whispering wind through the grasses. The challenges of the wild were many, but Cody’s clever mind thrived on finding solutions, especially when friends came together to help.
He looked out across the vast savannah, imagining the bridge, the little animals waiting, and the juicy berries on the other side. With a determined nod, he said to himself, “Sounds like a challenge. Let’s go!”
His paws touched the earth lightly as he stretched his limbs, ready to turn his clever ideas into action. The sun was still high, and there was plenty of time to save the day.
In a flash, Cody was off—zoom!—with Benny barely keeping up behind him.
When they reached the creek, Cody saw the problem right away. The old vine bridge lay in a tangled mess on the riverbank, and several animals—like Pip the porcupine and Lila the lemur—stood nervously on the far side.
“We’re hungry!” Lila called out, holding her empty basket.
Cody scanned the area. The river wasn’t too wide, but it was filled with sleepy crocodiles sunbathing on the rocks. Not exactly the best place for a swim.
He paced back and forth, tail twitching. “Okay,” he said, thinking aloud. “We can’t rebuild the bridge right now, and we can’t swim… but maybe we can float.”
“Float?” Pip asked. “Like a log?”
“Exactly!” Cody grinned, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Benny, run over to the grove and grab some of those big palm leaves—the ones that are wide and sturdy. And I’ll need vines—lots of strong, flexible vines. We’re going to make berry baskets and berry boats!”
