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- Herausgeber: Kelly Johnson
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Sprache: Englisch
In the peaceful eucalyptus forest, Kiki, a gentle and kind-hearted koala, quietly helps her fellow animals with love and care. Though shy and soft-spoken, her compassion touches every creature, from comforting sugar gliders to aiding injured joeys. When the forest faces a crisisa mysterious drought that causes flowers to wilt and the creek to dryKiki steps forward with calm courage. Inspired by her example, animals of all shapes and sizes unite to investigate and solve the problem. Through teamwork, hope, and the quiet strength of kindness, Kiki leads her forest friends on a journey to heal their home, proving that even the smallest, gentlest hearts can make the biggest difference.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025
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Kiki the Kind Koala
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: Kiki’s Gentle Heart
Chapter 2: The Big Forest Problem
Chapter 3: The Search for Water
Chapter 4: The Hidden Dam
Chapter 5: The Forest Friends Unite
Chapter 6: A New Flower Blooms
Chapter 7: The Lost Joey
Chapter 8: Sharing Stories and Smiles
Chapter 9: The Forest Festival
Chapter 10: Kiki’s Kindness Grows
Title: Kiki the Kind Koala
Author: Kelly Johnson
Chapter 1: Kiki’s Gentle Heart
High up in the tall eucalyptus trees of the forest lived Kiki, a soft, fluffy koala with fur as silvery as morning mist and ears like little clouds. Her round, curious eyes shimmered with a quiet kindness that made everyone who met her feel instantly at ease. She was the kind of friend who didn’t need to say much—just one look from her warm gaze made you feel seen, heard, and understood. Though Kiki was naturally shy and preferred the peaceful comfort of her favorite branch, her heart was as big as the whole forest.
Each morning, as the sun peeked over the treetops and painted golden streaks through the leafy canopy, Kiki would slowly stir from her cozy nap curled among the eucalyptus leaves. The gentle rustling of the wind through the trees was her alarm clock, and the sweet scent of eucalyptus filled the air like a morning song. Tiny dew droplets clung to the leaves, sparkling like forest jewels in the early light. Kiki would stretch her soft, velvety paws, yawn a tiny koala yawn, and blink sleepily at the calm world around her.
Her favorite branch gave her a perfect view of the waking forest. Below, animals began to stir—kangaroos bouncing toward the creek for a morning drink, birds fluttering from tree to tree, and possums slipping into their burrows after a night of foraging. Kiki watched it all with quiet joy. She never felt the need to be in the middle of things; watching and listening made her feel part of something greater.
Unlike some of the louder, more boisterous animals in the forest—the laughing kookaburras who held joke contests at dawn, or the ever-dancing lyrebirds with their dramatic displays—Kiki never sought the spotlight. She didn’t perform, boast, or bounce. Instead, she loved to listen—to the rustle of the leaves, the distant hum of bees, and especially to the stories of her forest friends.
She knew every tale told by the wise old possum who claimed to remember the Great Rainbow Storm. She listened closely to the tiny bush mouse who dreamed of flying, and the turtle who had once journeyed to the sea and back. Kiki treasured each word and remembered every detail. She believed that everyone had something important to share, and she treated each story like a precious gift.
But it wasn’t just listening that made Kiki special—it was the way she helped. Helping others was her quiet joy. If she saw a young wallaby tangled in vines, she would carefully and gently free it with her nimble claws, whispering soothing words the whole time. When a kookaburra chick fell from its nest, Kiki stayed close by until its mother returned, keeping it warm with her fur. And when the tiny sugar gliders grew scared at night, Kiki would invite them to rest beside her. She’d hum a lullaby so soft and sweet it seemed to drift into the trees and stars, wrapping around the frightened little ones like a blanket of calm.
Word spread across the forest about Kiki—not as a hero or a leader, but as a quiet light. A warm, glowing presence you could count on when you needed comfort or care. She didn’t need fanfare. Her kindness spoke louder than any roar or song.
Sometimes, she’d leave small gifts for animals in need—a eucalyptus sprig tied with a vine for an elder koala too tired to climb, or a smooth stone placed beside the burrow of a nervous wombat as a symbol of courage. She never took credit. She just smiled to herself from her high branch, content that someone, somewhere, had a better day because she had quietly cared.
Kiki’s gentle heart beat in time with the forest—steady, soft, and strong. And though few ever heard her raise her voice, every creature in the eucalyptus grove knew one thing for certain: when you needed a friend, Kiki would be there.
During the days, when the sun was high and the forest buzzed with life, Kiki would often watch from her favorite branch as the animals played and worked together. She admired how the birds flitted from tree to tree, how the kangaroos hopped gracefully, and how the bees danced over bright flowers. She dreamed of ways she might help the forest too—ways that didn’t require loud voices or fast moves but came from a heart full of kindness.
Sometimes, when the wind was just right, it seemed to whisper secrets to Kiki—stories of hope, courage, and friendship carried from one leaf to another. She would close her eyes and imagine a forest where every creature felt happy and safe, where kindness was the strongest magic of all.
Though she was small and shy, Kiki believed that even the gentlest heart could make a big difference. With every quiet act of kindness, she felt a little stronger, a little braver. And deep inside, she hoped that one day, her kindness would help the whole forest bloom brighter than ever before.
As the sun began to dip below the horizon, painting the sky with soft pinks and oranges, Kiki curled up in her favorite nook. She felt peaceful, wrapped in the warm glow of the day, and ready to dream new dreams of friendship and caring—dreams that might just change the forest forever.
Chapter 2: The Big Forest Problem
One bright morning, as the soft light of dawn spilled gently through the eucalyptus leaves, Kiki stirred from her cozy nest with a sense of unease. The air, usually filled with cheerful chirps, rustling leaves, and the distant hum of bees, seemed unusually hushed. The forest, normally alive with birdsong and bustling paws, felt… still.
Kiki blinked her round eyes and tilted her head, listening carefully. Where was the laughter of the kookaburras that usually greeted the sun? Where was the rustle of wallabies hopping joyfully through the brush or the melody of Lulu the lyrebird practicing her morning songs?
A soft breeze carried a dry, dusty scent—one Kiki hadn’t smelled before. With concern curling in her chest, she climbed down from her favorite high branch, her paws making barely a sound against the smooth bark of the eucalyptus. Reaching the forest floor, she padded softly on all fours through the underbrush, her silver fur catching the dappled morning light.
As she wandered deeper into the heart of the forest, something caught her eye. The flowers. The normally vibrant bursts of color that decorated the forest floor and treetops—bright orange banksias, pink and white grevilleas, the proud red waratahs—were wilting. Their leaves drooped sadly, petals curling inward as if trying to hide from the sun. The brilliant rainbow of the forest looked faded and tired.
