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- Herausgeber: Kelly Johnson
- Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
- Sprache: Englisch
In Leo the Lucky Lizard, a shimmering green lizard named Leo feels out of place in his vibrant jungle home despite his dazzling golden scales. Surrounded by animals with bold personalities and clear talents, Leo struggles with self-doubt, believing he lacks a meaningful gift. Longing for purpose beyond his glittering appearance, he sets off on a courageous journey into the unknown jungle, guided by a mysterious Whispering Wind and the hope of discovering his true worth. Along the way, Leo shows kindness, forms new friendships, and begins to uncover the quiet strength and value within himself. As the jungle responds to his gentle heart and growing confidence, Leo learns that luck isn't just about being specialit's about being brave enough to follow your own path and kind enough to help others along the way. His journey is just beginning, but already, Leo is no longer just a lizard who sparkleshe is a lizard with purpose, courage, and a story worth following.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025
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Leo the Lucky Lizard
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: Leo’s Shimmering Scales
Chapter 2: The Whispering Wind
Chapter 3: Crossing the Crocodile Creek
Chapter 4: The Puzzle of the Ancient Tree
Chapter 5: The Midnight Fireflies
Chapter 6: The Lost Gecko’s Secret
Chapter 7: The Storm and the Shelter
Chapter 8: Meeting the Whispering Wind
Chapter 9: Leo’s Return
Chapter 10: The Luck That Grows
Title: Leo the Lucky Lizard
Author: Kelly Johnson
Chapter 1: Leo’s Shimmering Scales
Leo, a small green lizard with scales that shimmered like golden sunlight through dew-kissed leaves, lived deep in the heart of a lush, emerald jungle. The jungle was alive with color and sound—vines curled like serpents from ancient trees, their bark rough and wise. Scarlet orchids bloomed like secrets in the shadows. Colorful birds zipped through the canopy in flurries of feathers, and the scent of wildflowers and ripe fruit danced on every breeze. Crystal-clear streams bubbled over smooth stones, and the call of cicadas buzzed gently through the air. It was the kind of place where magic didn’t just feel possible—it felt close, like it was hiding behind every fern or fluttering with every butterfly’s wings.
And yet, for all its beauty, Leo often felt small in such a vast, vibrant world.
He was quiet and observant, often found stretched out on a sun-warmed stone, eyes half-closed as he watched life swirl around him. He liked the stillness of morning light, the hush before the flurry of day began. He noticed everything—how the beetles took the same path each dawn, how the breeze changed before a rainstorm, how the moonlight cast silver nets across the river at night.
His shimmering scales drew attention wherever he went. Golden and green like sun-dappled leaves, they glinted with each step, catching the eyes of his neighbors. “Leo, you shine like the sun!” chirped the hummingbirds as they zipped past in a blur of color. “Your scales are the prettiest thing in the jungle!” croaked the tree frogs with cheerful admiration. Butterflies often followed him, mistaking his glittering back for a patch of golden blossoms.
But Leo never smiled when they praised him.
“It’s just how I look,” he would mutter, curling his tail around himself and lowering his head. “I didn’t do anything to deserve it.”
The compliments felt empty, like petals without scent. Deep down, Leo didn’t feel special—not really. Not in the way that mattered.
Others had real talents. Tula the toucan told stories so grand and bold that animals from across the jungle gathered just to hear her voice. Her feathers shimmered like rainbows, and her laughter echoed like bells high in the trees. Milo the monkey swung through the canopy with dizzying grace, a blur of speed and daring who could leap farther than anyone Leo had ever seen. Even Penny the parrot, who squawked too loudly and interrupted everyone, always spoke her mind with confidence. She seemed to know exactly who she was and where she was going. But Leo?
Leo watched his friends from behind leafy shadows, his heart filled with longing. He wasn’t loud. He didn’t fly. He didn’t leap or lead. He didn’t feel brave or bold or brilliant. He just… sparkled. And that didn’t seem like enough.
“Everyone else has something real,” he sighed one afternoon, perched high on a branch, looking out across the jungle canopy where birds danced on wind currents and monkeys chattered through trees. “I don’t want to just shine—I want to matter.”
So, while the others ran and laughed and chased the wind, Leo spent many of his days alone. He wandered the quiet edges of the jungle, where the moss grew thick and cool and ancient trees whispered secrets in the breeze. He lay on smooth stones by bubbling brooks, watching the clouds roll overhead, his thoughts a tangle of dreams and doubts.
Sometimes, he whispered wishes into the wind.
“I wish I could do something brave,” he would murmur, watching the leaves tremble. “Something real. Something that proves I’m more than just shiny scales.”
He didn’t know if the jungle ever heard him.
But somewhere, in the quiet hush that fell between the morning bird songs and the gentle rustling of leaves, something always seemed to stir. It was as if the jungle itself was listening—holding its breath, waiting for something just beyond the horizon of the everyday. The air hummed softly with promise, carrying the scent of damp earth, wildflowers, and the faintest hint of adventure. The tall trees seemed to lean in closer, their branches whispering secrets in the breeze, and the shadows beneath them shifted as if eager to reveal hidden paths.
And then, one particular morning, as sunlight began filtering through the dense canopy in golden shafts that painted the jungle floor with patterns of light and shadow, Leo woke with a fluttering feeling deep inside his chest—a quiet flicker of something new, like a whisper caught just on the edge of hearing. The dew on the leaves sparkled like a scattering of tiny stars, and the world seemed to hold a breathless stillness.
Maybe today would be different.
Maybe today was the beginning of something—something that would ripple through the quiet corners of the jungle and change everything Leo thought he knew.
He didn’t know where the path might lead, nor what challenges or wonders lay ahead. But he felt it—the first soft tug of a journey pulling at his heart, coaxing him out from the safety of his sun-warmed rock and into the vast unknown.
With a deep breath that filled his lungs with the sweet scent of the forest, Leo lifted his small frame and stood tall. His shimmering golden scales caught the sunlight, sending flickers of light dancing around him like tiny stars waking from sleep. For the first time, the shimmer felt like more than just a beautiful pattern—it felt like a quiet promise.
A few steps away, a gentle breeze stirred the leaves, and Leo felt as if the jungle itself was gently urging him forward.
One morning, just as the first golden rays of dawn spilled across the jungle floor, Leo found himself sitting beside a shimmering pool nestled in a quiet clearing. The surface of the water was as smooth as glass, perfectly reflecting the treetops and sky above. He gazed into the pool, studying his reflection—those golden flecks on his green scales twinkling like tiny stars.
“Maybe I’m not meant to stay here forever,” he whispered softly to his reflection, his voice barely more than a breeze. “Maybe my luck isn’t here, but out there… somewhere beyond these trees.”
The thought stirred something inside him, a fluttering sensation like the delicate beat of butterfly wings—a mix of excitement, hope, and a little nervousness.
