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- Herausgeber: Kelly Johnson
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Sprache: Englisch
In Gary the Goose Gathers the Stars, Kelly Johnson tells the heartwarming tale of a dreamer named Gary, a gentle goose who lives by a magical forest pond but feels a deep and quiet longing for the stars above. While his days are filled with the vibrant life of the pondsunlit water, playful siblings, and chattering forest friendsGarys true love is the night sky. Unlike others, he sees stars not just as distant lights, but as magical companions filled with stories, warmth, and wonder. Despite teasing from his family and knowing the stars are impossibly far, Gary dreams of one day holding a starnot for himself, but to share its light and stories with everyone he loves. One enchanted evening, as the forest seems to hold its breath, a star begins to fall from the sky, setting the stage for Garys quiet but powerful journey of hope, courage, and connectiona journey that begins not with flight, but with a dream brave enough to reach for the impossible.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025
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Gary the Goose Gathers the Stars
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 Goose Who Loved the Night
Chapter 2: A Star Falls from the Sky
Chapter 3: Preparing for the Journey
Chapter 4: Meeting Luna the Firefly
Chapter 5: The River of Reflections
Chapter 6: The Singing Star
Chapter 7: The Star’s Secret Light
Chapter 8: Sharing the Stars
Chapter 9: The Night Sky Celebration
Chapter 10: Gary’s Wish
Title: Gary the Goose Gathers the Stars
Author: Kelly Johnson
Chapter 1: The Goose Who Loved the Night
Gary the Goose lived beside a quiet, shimmering pond nestled deep within a wide, whispering forest—a place where time seemed to slow, and the air always carried a soft, magical hush. This was not just any pond, but a secret gem hidden away beneath towering trees whose branches wove together like the threads of an ancient tapestry. The pond itself was shaped like a perfect teardrop, cradled gently by the earth, its waters smooth and still in the early hours of dawn. When the first light of morning spilled over the horizon, the surface would catch golden rays and scatter them like liquid sunshine, turning the water into a dazzling mirror that reflected the awakening sky.
Around the pond, tall grasses and sturdy cattails stood like loyal sentinels, their slender stems bending and swaying in a slow, natural dance with the breeze. It was as though they, too, were part of some ancient rhythm the forest had always known—an unspoken harmony between earth, water, and sky. The soft rustling of their leaves whispered stories of seasons past, of storms weathered and peaceful mornings, of moonlit nights and the quiet footsteps of creatures who came and went like fleeting shadows.
During the day, the pond burst to life with joyful motion and sound, a lively stage where nature’s symphony played out in endless variations. Frogs croaked their cheerful songs from lily pads that floated lazily on the surface, each note like a gentle invitation to rest and listen to the pulse of the wild. Their croaks blended into a soothing lullaby that rippled across the water, calming and steady like a heartbeat.
Nearby, curious turtles stretched their stubby legs on sun-warmed rocks, their eyes half-closed in lazy contentment as they soaked in the warmth. Sometimes they yawned, revealing tiny rows of toothless smiles, before slipping slowly back beneath the sparkling surface to explore hidden depths. Dragonflies zipped through the air in bright flashes of blue and green, their gossamer wings catching the sunlight and scattering it like shards of rainbow glass. They danced above the pond with effortless grace, weaving intricate patterns that sparkled like fleeting jewels against the backdrop of leafy green.
The water itself seemed alive with light. It sparkled and shimmered with every splash of a leaping fish or the soft landing of a duck returning from a morning flight. Tiny ripples spread outward, catching and bending the sunlight until the entire pond glowed with a silvery shimmer that seemed almost enchanted.
Everywhere around the pond, life moved with a graceful blend of purpose and playfulness. Deer stepped lightly to the water’s edge, dipping their slender noses into the cool shallows to drink with gentle, careful sips. Rabbits rustled softly through the underbrush, their twitching noses searching for tender shoots and hidden berries, while birds flitted from branch to branch, chirping and calling out news of ripe fruit and blooming flowers.
The forest itself hummed with life, a vibrant, breathing world of green and gold and soft earth tones. And Gary, with his smooth feathers gleaming in the daylight, loved being a part of it all. He enjoyed the warmth of the sun on his back, the gentle splash of the pond against his webbed feet, and the chorus of creatures that filled the air with sound and movement.
Yet, despite the warmth and color of the daytime world, Gary’s heart didn’t beat for the sun. It beat for the stars.
When the sky began its slow transformation, trading bright blue for deeper shades of apricot, rose, and lavender, Gary would grow still. The golden light that filtered through the trees shifted to a dusky amber, and the leaves themselves seemed to glow from within—as if they were holding their breath, waiting for something magical to happen. Shadows lengthened and stretched like soft silk ribbons across the forest floor, and the air grew cooler and crisper, carrying hints of earth and moss and the sweet, delicate scent of night-blooming flowers.
As his family and friends splashed about or curled up for an afternoon nap, Gary would feel something stir deep inside him—a quiet yearning, like the gentle tug of a forgotten melody that only he could hear. It was a longing that made him pause and look upward, past the treetops and into the vast, unfolding sky. There, the first shy stars began to twinkle faintly, winking like tiny promises waiting to be discovered.
In those moments, Gary felt the pull of something far greater than the pond or the forest—something vast and mysterious, full of stories yet untold. It was as if the night itself was calling to him, inviting him to listen closely, to follow its soft, shimmering trail beyond the familiar and into the wonder of the unknown.
He would waddle down the familiar path to the water’s edge, his webbed feet pressing softly into the mossy earth. With each step, the day seemed to slip further away, replaced by the hush of twilight. The forest, once loud and lively, softened. Even the wind changed—it no longer danced playfully but glided, slow and thoughtful, like it too was listening.
Gary would settle by the edge of the pond just as the sky became a canvas of wonder. He watched as the horizon turned lavender, then indigo, then a velvet blue so deep it seemed to stretch forever. The first stars would shyly peek out, scattered across the darkening sky like glitter gently tossed by unseen hands. And Gary, every evening without fail, would lift his gaze.
His eyes would widen with awe, reflecting the heavens above. Some nights he’d lie on his back, wings folded under him, letting the cool earth support him as he stared upward. Other nights he would drift quietly across the pond, paddling slowly, the stars mirrored on the surface so perfectly it felt like he was gliding through two skies at once—one above, one below.
To Gary, the stars were more than distant lights. They were his companions—silent, steady friends who always returned, night after night. He imagined each one as a tiny, glowing spirit, full of curiosity and kindness, whispering stories only the quietest hearts could hear. Some sparkled playfully, as if giggling in the distance. Others shimmered steadily, like wise old sages nodding from afar.
He dreamed that they were dancers, spinning in perfect silence through the great ballroom of the cosmos, their movements choreographed by ancient songs that only the stars themselves remembered. Sometimes he imagined their paths weaving together into great glowing constellations—each one telling a different tale: a brave mouse who sailed across a sea of clouds, a shy turtle who carried the moon on her back, a goose who once flew so high he kissed the edge of the universe.
And when the forest had grown still, and the stars had fully awakened, Gary would whisper to them—not words exactly, but hopes. He’d share his thoughts, his questions, his dreams, trusting that the stars were listening, even if they never answered.
The night sky wasn’t just beautiful to Gary—it was sacred. It made him feel small in the best possible way, like a note in a song too big to sing alone. It reminded him that there was more to the world than what he could see from the pond’s edge, more than the reeds and the trees and the soft splash of water. There was mystery. Wonder. A promise that there was always something worth dreaming about.
And night after night, with his heart full of quiet joy and his eyes full of starlight, Gary the Goose dreamed—of journeys yet to come, of distant lights waiting to be found, and of a sky so wide and full of wonder that even the tiniest wish could find its way home.
Night after night, Gary’s heart swelled with longing to reach out and touch just one of those stars. He dreamed of catching a single star—gently cradling it in his feathers, feeling its warm glow seep into his very soul, and hearing the magical stories it had to share. To him, catching a star wasn’t about possession; it was about friendship, connection, and uncovering the wonder of the world beyond his little pond.
