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- Herausgeber: Kelly Johnson
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Sprache: Englisch
Iris the Impala Invites Everyone follows Iris, a kind-hearted impala who dreams of bringing together all the animals of her forest in a joyful Festival of Friendship and Color. Noticing how different groups often stay apart, Iris decides to create a celebration where every creaturequiet, shy, bold, or overlookedfeels truly welcome. With love and care, she crafts beautiful, personal invitations for each animal, inviting them to join in music, dance, and laughter beneath glowing lanterns and starry skies. Through her courage and kindness, Iris plants the seed for a magical day where friendship bridges differences and every heart belongs.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025
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Iris the Impala Invites Everyone
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 Idea
Chapter 2: Writing Invitations
Chapter 3: The First Invitation: To Leo the Lion
Chapter 4: The Hidden Guest: Shadow the Black Cat
Chapter 5: Rainbow River Visitors
Chapter 6: The Forest Animals Gather
Chapter 7: Preparing the Festival
Chapter 8: The Festival Begins
Chapter 9: A Moment of Trouble
Chapter 10: A Night to Remember
Title: Iris the Impala Invites Everyone
Author: Kelly Johnson
Chapter 1: The Big Idea
The first golden rays of sunlight stretched across the forest, painting the leaves with warm light and casting long, dappled shadows on the forest floor. A soft hush lay over the woodland, the kind of hush that holds its breath before something wonderful begins. Birds stirred in their nests, stretching their wings. Dewdrops sparkled like tiny jewels on blades of grass, and the trees swayed gently in the early morning breeze.
Deep in the heart of the forest, nestled in a soft bed of moss beneath a canopy of flowering branches, Iris the impala stirred awake. Her eyes fluttered open, wide and bright as the morning sky. A flutter of excitement danced in her chest—an electric little hum that made her heart skip and her hooves tingle. She blinked up at the sky, still painted with the last traces of pink and lavender dawn, and smiled.
Today was going to be special.
Not just because the sun was shining or the air was crisp and sweet. Today was special because Iris had an idea—a big, beautiful idea she had been nurturing quietly in her heart for many, many days. It had started as a whisper, a flicker of a thought, but it had grown stronger and brighter with each sunrise.
She stood and stretched her slender legs, her graceful frame silhouetted by the morning light. Lifting her head, she breathed in the scent of the forest—fresh earth, new blossoms, and the faintest trace of something magical in the air. Around her, the forest slowly began to awaken. Birds chirped their morning songs in a rising chorus, bees buzzed lazily from flower to flower, and the trees creaked softly as if yawning in the wind.
But Iris wasn’t focused on the songs or the scents, lovely as they were. Her mind was already skipping ahead, painting pictures of what could be. She imagined lanterns hanging from tree branches, fluttering in the breeze like fireflies. She imagined music filling the air—not just from the birds, but from drums, flutes, and joyful voices. She imagined animals of every shape and size gathered together—not because they had to, but because they wanted to. Because they belonged.
For a long time, Iris had quietly watched how the forest worked. She had seen the same groups of animals sticking together—deer with deer, birds with birds, frogs with frogs. It wasn’t that anyone was unkind. It was just… the way things had always been. The quiet ones stayed quiet. The bold ones stayed bold. The different ones stayed apart.
But Iris saw something more. She saw the quiet rabbits who longed to laugh with the monkeys swinging through the trees. She saw the owls who hooted alone in the dark, never daring to join the day-loving animals in play. She saw the shy, the serious, the small, the forgotten.
And in her heart, Iris knew it didn’t have to be that way.
So she made a decision.
She would create something new. A festival—no, a celebration! A celebration of friendship and color and togetherness. A day where animals didn’t just gather, but truly saw one another. A day where music echoed through the trees, where everyone danced beneath a sky full of ribbons and lanterns. A day where laughter bloomed like wildflowers.
She would call it the Festival of Friendship and Color.
And she would invite everyone.
Even the ones who had never been invited before.
Even the ones who might say no.
Even the ones who didn’t think they belonged—because they did. They all did.
Her eyes sparkled as she turned toward the path that led deeper into the forest. There was so much to do—so many invitations to write, so many animals to visit, so many dreams to bring to life.
But Iris wasn’t worried. Her heart was light, her hooves steady, and her spirit full of hope.
Because when you carry kindness and courage, anything is possible.
And today, the forest would take its first step toward something unforgettable.
With her mind sparkling like the morning dew, Iris rose and trotted toward her favorite thinking spot, a smooth rock near a babbling brook. There, she sat quietly, imagining what the festival might look like. She saw colorful ribbons hanging from trees, lanterns glowing like fireflies, and animals dancing and sharing stories under a sky sprinkled with stars.
The thought filled her with so much joy that she couldn’t keep it to herself. “I’ll invite everyone,” she whispered, her voice as soft as the wind. “Even those who usually stay hidden. Even those who might feel they don’t belong. Everyone deserves to be part of this.”
Her hooves tapped excitedly on the ground as she thought of all the animals she wanted to invite. There was Leo the lion, who sometimes looked stern but had a kind heart. Shadow, the shy black cat who loved the moonlight. The frogs who croaked by the pond, the squirrels that darted through the trees, and even the wise old owl who watched from his perch.
With a deep breath, Iris made up her mind. She would create invitations—special invitations, bright and beautiful, to invite everyone personally. She imagined the smiles that would spread across their faces when they received her letters, knowing they were truly wanted.
Quickly, Iris hurried back to her cozy den beneath the wide, welcoming branches of a great acacia tree. The soft golden leaves rustled above her as if whispering encouragement. Her den was simple but full of love—a circle of woven grasses lined with petals and feathers gifted by friends, and a little nook for her favorite treasures: smooth stones, curled bark, and her beloved art supplies.
She nosed open her crafting basket, humming with excitement. Inside were all the tools she had gathered over the seasons: leaves pressed and dyed in rich, vibrant colors, berries saved for their juicy ink, twigs carved into brushes, and soft flower petals she used to blend and smudge like paint.
“I’ll make each one special,” she whispered to herself, eyes sparkling with determination.
Settling into the soft moss at the base of her den, Iris began. She smoothed out large palm leaves to serve as the base for each invitation, choosing ones with strong veins and soft surfaces. She dipped a hollowed reed into crushed blueberry ink and started with graceful swirls, adding delicate patterns of stars, flowers, and suns. Then came bold strokes of crimson from beetroot juice, gentle washes of saffron yellow from golden pollen, and dabs of mint green from ground herbs.
Each invitation became a tiny masterpiece.
Iris worked with such care and love that it felt more like planting seeds than writing words. She pressed shimmering petals onto the corners, sprinkled fine dust made from dried daisies, and added tiny dots with her favorite acacia thorns dipped in berry syrup. The colors danced on the page—swirling, blooming, joyful.
But it wasn’t just the beauty of the invitations that mattered to Iris—it was the message.
She paused, thinking carefully. What would make every creature, no matter how shy or serious or solitary, feel truly welcome? Her brow furrowed in concentration. Then, smiling, she wrote softly:
"Come celebrate with us! Bring your colors, your stories, and your smiles. You are welcome, just as you are."
She read it aloud and nodded. It felt right—like sunlight on water.
As she worked, the day moved gently around her. Outside, bees buzzed busily in the blooms nearby, and birds swooped overhead with threads of song. Squirrels chattered in the branches above, but Iris was lost in her dream, weaving it into every loop and curl of ink.
She imagined the smiles of animals as they opened their invitations. She pictured a turtle pausing mid-step to read it slowly, a family of raccoons passing one around a campfire, a lone owl blinking in surprise as one fluttered onto its perch.
She imagined what they would wear, how they would dance, and the stories they would share beneath the stars.
By the time the sun began to dip behind the hills, casting long, golden fingers of light across the forest floor, Iris sat back and sighed, her hooves stained with color and her heart full. A neat stack of invitations rested beside her, each one unique, each one glowing with the promise of joy.
She gazed at them with pride. Tomorrow, she would begin her journey—delivering them one by one, through thickets and meadows, to tree hollows and riverbanks, to every corner of the forest where a friend—new or old—might be waiting.
Her chest swelled with hope.
This wasn’t just paper and ink.
This was a promise.
A promise of belonging. Of celebration. Of connection.
And as twilight settled softly over the forest and the first stars blinked to life in the deepening sky, Iris curled up in her nest of soft grass. The scent of lavender and berry ink clung to her fur. Her eyelids drooped with the sweet weight of a day well spent.
