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- Herausgeber: Kelly Johnson
- Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
- Sprache: Englisch
Duke is a cheerful duck with a special passion for baking delicious and creative donuts in his cozy cottage by Feather Falls. Unlike his friends who enjoy typical duck activities, Dukes heart is set on sharing joy through his magical donut creations, each bursting with unique flavors inspired by the forest. One day, inspired by his love for baking and the happiness it brings, Duke dreams up a plan to deliver fresh donuts daily to all his forest neighbors, spreading sweetness and smiles throughout Feather Falls. With excitement and determination, he carefully prepares his baking plans, maps out delivery routes, and creates colorful flyers, ready to launch Dukes Daily Donuts and bring a taste of delight to every doorstep.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025
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Duke the Duck Delivers Donuts
Author: 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: Duke’s Delicious Dream
Chapter 2: The Perfect Plan
Chapter 3: Donut Disaster (Almost!)
Chapter 4: First Stop, Beaver’s Dam
Chapter 5: The Forest Rush
Chapter 6: A Sprinkle of Kindness
Chapter 7: Team Donut
Chapter 8: Back on the Trail
Chapter 9: The Donut Dance Party
Chapter 10: Duke’s Daily Donuts
Title: Duke the Duck Delivers Donuts
Author: Kelly Johnson
Chapter 1: Duke’s Delicious Dream
In a cozy little cottage nestled beside the lily-covered pond of Feather Falls lived a duck named Duke. But Duke was no ordinary duck. While most ducks in Feather Falls spent their days splashing in the water, chasing dragonflies, or waddling happily through muddy puddles, Duke had a very different passion—one that made him stand apart from his feathered friends.
Duke loved baking.
It wasn’t just a hobby or a pastime; it was a deep, joyful calling that filled every corner of his heart. The moment the first blush of dawn colored the sky with soft pinks and warm golds, Duke would hop out of bed with a smile, stretch his wings, and prepare for a brand-new day in his kitchen.
His little cottage was tucked behind a thicket of wildflowers, with windows framed by ivy and a red door that always smelled faintly of cinnamon and vanilla. As the sun peeked over the treetops, painting the pond’s surface in shimmering ribbons of light, Duke would tie on his tiny checkered apron—blue and white, with just a touch of flour dust from yesterday’s baking adventure—and waddle eagerly into his cozy kitchen.
Inside, the room was warm and inviting. The wooden countertops were smoothed by years of use, and shelves bowed under the weight of jars filled with every imaginable baking ingredient. There were bags of flour soft as feathers, tins of sugar glistening like tiny crystals, and a dazzling collection of rainbow sprinkles that sparkled like fairy dust in the morning sun.
But Duke’s kitchen was more than just a place to bake—it was a magical workshop where dreams took shape. The air was always heavy with the rich, comforting scents of cinnamon, sugar, and warm vanilla. Those smells drifted out through the open windows and floated across the meadow, luring even the shyest forest creatures from their hiding spots.
Rabbits with twitching noses would pause in their nibbling, squirrels would scamper to peek in through the glass, and birds would perch on the windowsill, their heads tilted in curiosity.
And what was Duke’s favorite thing to bake?
Donuts.
But not just any donuts.
Duke was a master of donut magic. He baked glazed donuts with shiny, sugary coats that caught the light like little edible jewels. He created frosted rings swirled with ribbons of chocolate and vanilla, sprinkled with everything from crushed nuts to glittering sugar stars. Some donuts were stuffed with gooey jams bursting with wild berries; others were swirled with unexpected flavors that made every bite an adventure.
His recipes were legendary in Feather Falls—not just for their taste but for their creativity. One day he’d whip up a batch of huckleberry-honey donuts, sweet and tangy with a drizzle of golden honey fresh from Beatrice the Beaver’s hives. Another day, marshmallow-mint donuts, soft and fluffy with a cool, refreshing hint of mint that made the critters’ tongues tingle with delight. And sometimes, when autumn painted the forest in fiery reds and oranges, Duke would bake spicy acorn-maple donuts—a rich, warming treat favored by the squirrels who loved the nutty, sweet flavor.
On the shelves above his oven, rows of tiny glass bottles held homemade fruit jams in every shade imaginable—strawberry red, blueberry blue, blackberry purple, and even wild plum pink. Duke was always experimenting, mixing flavors and textures to create new, exciting donuts for his friends.
And of course, every baker needs the right tools. Duke had a donut-shaped timer, a cherished gift from his grandmother, that chimed a cheerful ding! whenever a batch was ready—its sound like a sweet invitation to taste something wonderful.
With flour dusting his wings and a twinkle in his eye, Duke worked patiently and joyfully, rolling dough, folding in ingredients, and carefully watching the golden rings puff and bake to perfection.
Each morning was a delicious adventure, and every donut was a little gift—made with love and sprinkled with magic—waiting to brighten someone’s day.
But Duke didn’t bake just for himself. He baked because it made him happy to share. He loved watching his friends’ eyes light up when they bit into one of his creations. Every nibble, every “yum!” filled his heart with warm, buttery joy.
One lazy afternoon, while nibbling on a strawberry swirl donut and watching clouds drift lazily across the sky, Duke had a big idea. A bold, beautiful, donut-scented idea.
“What if,” he quacked to himself, eyes widening, “I could deliver donuts all around Feather Falls? Not just on special days. Not just to my next-door neighbors. But to everyone—every beaver, bear, bunny, and bird!”
His tail feathers twitched with excitement. He imagined a bright red wagon piled high with pink boxes, each one holding a sweet surprise. He pictured raccoons waking up to jelly-filled delights on their porches, and chipmunks opening their windows to find warm donut holes with tiny cinnamon flags.
“I’ll call it… Duke’s Daily Donuts!” Duke declared with a burst of enthusiasm, leaping off his stool so quickly that he nearly sent a bowl of shimmering lemon glaze flying across the counter. “Whoa!” he quacked, steadying himself just in time, a wide grin spreading across his beak. His feathers ruffled with excitement, and his eyes sparkled as bright as the sugar crystals dusting the kitchen shelves.
The idea felt so big and wonderful, it filled his entire little cottage with a warm glow. He could almost hear the gentle jingle of his own wagon bell and smell the sweet scent of freshly baked donuts carried on the morning breeze.
As Duke paced back and forth, his mind raced with possibilities. He imagined waking up early each day, before the sun even kissed the treetops, to roll out dough and mix magical batches of glaze. Carefully, he would package each donut in colorful boxes—soft pastel blues, sunny yellows, and rosy pinks—tied with ribbons or decorated with tiny hand-drawn stickers.
And it wouldn’t stop there.
He could include little notes of encouragement inside the boxes—messages to brighten his neighbors’ days.
“Have a sweet day!”
“Donut worry, be happy!”
“You’re the glaze on my donut!”
ChatGPT said:
He chuckled softly at his own jokes, the happiness bubbling inside him like warm batter rising slowly in a cozy oven. The kind of joy that made his feathers feel lighter and his steps more buoyant. Duke felt that special kind of excitement only dreams can bring—a mix of hope, imagination, and a pinch of daring.
With a determined waddle, he made his way over to the little wooden desk tucked in the corner of his kitchen. The desk was well-worn, its surface scratched with memories of past ideas and doodles, and covered in little jars of colorful jelly pens, each one waiting to bring his dreams to life. Today, Duke chose his favorite—the strawberry jelly pen, freshly sharpened and ready to flow.
He pulled out a napkin, a simple piece of paper that he knew would soon hold something extraordinary. The crinkle of the napkin under his careful wing strokes was a soft, comforting sound—like the first notes of a song just waiting to be sung.
First came the lists—oh, the endless lists! He jotted down every donut flavor that danced through his mind: the classic cinnamon sugar with just the right sprinkle of spice; the sticky-sweet maple-glazed that melted like morning sunshine; rich chocolate swirl with twirls that looked like the rivers near Feather Falls; berry blast bursting with the juiciest forest-picked berries; and the most adventurous creations inspired by his woodland home—pine needle mint with its crisp, fresh zing, and toasted acorn crunch with a nutty sweetness that made squirrels smile.
The pen danced across the napkin as Duke’s imagination soared. Next, he sketched rough maps of delivery routes that would weave their way through Feather Falls, from the cozy burrows nestled beneath the berry bushes to the towering trees where the robins nested high above. Each path was a promise—paths where laughter would ring, stories would be shared, and happiness would be delivered with every box of donuts.
His favorite part was drawing the bright red wagon he imagined trundling happily down the forest trails. He added big, cheerful polka dots on the wheels, making them look like giant, colorful candies rolling merrily along the dirt paths. Near the corner of the napkin, Duke doodled a tiny bell perched atop the wagon, its little musical notes swirling and dancing in the air. He could almost hear it ringing out clearly, “Ding ding! Donuts at your door!”
Lost in the swirl of ideas and dreams, Duke smiled to himself, feeling a spark of magic in every stroke. This wasn’t just a plan—it was the start of something wonderfully sweet, a dream ready to rise and spread joy throughout Feather Falls.
The more he drew, the more real the dream became—no longer just a flicker in his heart but a full, bright vision ready to burst into life.
As the twilight deepened, painting the sky with soft purples and twinkling stars, Duke yawned a big, contented yawn. He folded the napkin carefully and placed it next to his bed, where it would be the first thing he saw in the morning.
Tucking himself under his patchwork quilt, warmed by the cozy glow of the moonlight, Duke closed his eyes. His dreams were filled with sugar-glazed clouds and ribbons of frosting swirling through the sky. He saw himself smiling as he delivered happiness, one donut at a time.
Tomorrow, he decided with a heart full of hope, would be the start of something truly wonderful.
Duke the Duck was ready.
Ready to bake.
Ready to deliver.
Ready to spread joy across Feather Falls with every sweet, delicious bite.
