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- Herausgeber: Kelly Johnson
- Kategorie: Geisteswissenschaft
- Sprache: Englisch
The story follows Lola, a tiny, cheerful ladybug with a heart full of laughter, as she wakes to a sparkling, sunlit meadow full of life and possibility. From rolling on dewy clovers to watching the playful antics of bees, butterflies, and ants, Lola discovers that even the smallest creatures and simplest moments can bring joy. Determined to spread happiness, she sets out on a whimsical adventure, using her giggles and playful antics to spark laughter among the meadows inhabitants. When she encounters a line of marching ants carrying oversized crumbs, Lolas gentle, ticklish touches set off a chain reaction of giggles, turning their orderly parade into a joyful, wobbly dance. Through her contagious laughter and imagination, Lola transforms the meadow into a lively, magical world where fun, friendship, and happiness ripple through every leaf, petal, and insect she meets.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025
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Lola the Ladybug Loves Laughter
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: A Giggly Beginning
Chapter 2: The Ticklish Ant Parade
Chapter 3: The Bumblebee Blunder
Chapter 4: The Silly Spider
Chapter 5: A Rainy Day Rumble
Chapter 6: The Laughing Leaves
Chapter 7: The Picnic Prank
Chapter 8: The Butterfly Ballet
Chapter 9: The Great Giggle Gathering
Chapter 10: Lola’s Lesson
Lola the Ladybug Loves Laughter
By: Kelly Johnson
Chapter 1: A Giggly Beginning
Lola, a tiny ladybug with bright red wings dotted with black, stretched her little legs and wiggled her delicate antennae as the morning sun spilled golden light across the meadow. The clover leaf beneath her shimmered with dew, each droplet catching the sunlight like a sparkling gem, refracting tiny rainbows across the soft green expanse. Lola’s tiny heart leapt with delight, and she let out a soft, bubbling giggle that seemed to mingle with the gentle rustle of grass and the distant chirp of a morning cricket.
She rolled gently on the clover, letting its soft curves tickle her belly and bring a shiver of joy through her tiny body. A particularly round dewdrop wobbled as she nudged it with her antenna, catching the sunlight in a dazzling shimmer. “Oh, what a silly little world!” she chirped, spinning in a tiny circle just to see how her reflection wiggled and danced along with her. Her laughter echoed faintly across the meadow, bouncing from leaf to leaf, and even the flowers seemed to sway as if they were joining in the mirth.
Everything around her seemed designed to inspire giggles. A line of ants marched along the edge of a leaf, each carrying crumbs almost as big as their tiny bodies. The ants bobbed and swayed in careful rhythm, legs moving in perfect coordination—or so they thought. One ant wobbled precariously, his crumb tipping dangerously to one side, and Lola let out a delighted little chuckle that floated through the air like music. Another ant leaned to help, causing a miniature chain reaction of wobbles and tiny squeaks. It was a parade of chaos, and Lola’s wings fluttered with giddy excitement as she watched the dance unfold.
Nearby, bees zipped from blossom to blossom, their wings creating a soft, buzzing symphony that harmonized with the morning breeze. Some bees zoomed in wild, looping spirals, nearly colliding with one another in their playful flurry, while others paused to dip their tiny legs into golden pollen. Lola tilted her head and laughed at the dizzying ballet, imagining herself swirling and spinning through the air alongside them. “How funny it would be to spin like that!” she whispered, trying a tiny twirl on her clover leaf, which wobbled under her weight.
A butterfly fluttered past, wings flashing brilliant blues and oranges in the morning light, and Lola squeaked in delight. “Hello there, spinning friend!” she called, waving her tiny legs. The butterfly wobbled in response, sending a small cloud of pollen into the air that shimmered like sparkling dust. Lola giggled again, watching it drift in the sunlight, thinking about how everything in the meadow—from the tiniest blade of grass to the largest flower—was part of a magical, dancing world.
The morning breeze tickled her wings as she flitted from one part of the clover to another, letting herself be carried by gentle sways. She peered down at a tiny pond reflecting the sky, noticing a water droplet hop along a lily pad as if it had a mind of its own. “Even the water wants to play!” she exclaimed, laughing so hard that she nearly rolled off the clover entirely. Her laughter rang out again, a tinkling, musical sound that seemed to awaken the meadow, and for a moment, all the creatures—ants, bees, crickets, and butterflies alike—paused, as if listening to her joy.
Lola’s heart swelled with happiness. The meadow was alive with movement, color, and sound, but most importantly, it was alive with the possibility of laughter. She twirled once more on the clover, letting herself imagine all the fun she could share today. Every insect, every droplet, every swaying leaf seemed to promise that giggles were waiting just around the corner. With a joyful wiggle of her antennae, Lola whispered to herself, “Today is going to be full of laughter… and I can’t wait to find it everywhere!”
Her eyes caught a glimmer in a dewdrop near the edge of the clover. Peering closer, she saw her own reflection staring back—a tiny ladybug, bright and bouncy, with wings so red they seemed to glow in the sun. “Oh, you silly little Lola!” she exclaimed, her voice full of delight. She watched as her reflection wiggled and danced with her every movement. Excited, she flicked her wings and twirled in a slow, playful circle. The reflection wobbled and mirrored her antics, and Lola laughed even harder, a high, joyful sound that made the nearby daisies shiver in their stems as if they were giggling too.
The meadow seemed alive with opportunities for laughter. A snail slid lazily past on the soft, emerald grass, leaving a silvery, glistening trail in its wake. Lola paused and imagined the snail wearing a tiny, crooked top hat and a monocle perched carefully above its curious eye stalks. She tittered with glee, the sound floating through the morning air like a delicate bell. A butterfly flitted close, its wings painted in every shade of the rainbow, brushing past Lola as if joining in her mirthful imagination. The dew itself seemed to respond, sparkling like a thousand tiny stars perched on petals and clover leaves, shimmering brighter with each tiny squeak of laughter that escaped her lips.
