Maisy the Mole Makes Muffins E-Book

Kelly Johnson

• Herausgeber: Kelly Johnson
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 88

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

Maisy the Mole dreams of baking delicious muffins to share with her meadow friends, even though shes never baked before. With excitement and determination, she sets out to gather fresh ingredientsjuicy wild berries, crunchy walnuts, and golden honeywith the help of her friends Benny the Bunny and Rosie the Robin. Together, they explore the meadow and forest, collecting natures sweetest treasures. Maisys baking adventure is not just about making muffins, but about friendship, courage, and discovering the joy of sharing something made with love.

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Maisy the Mole Makes Muffins

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: Maisy’s Muffin Dream

Chapter 2: Gathering Ingredients

Chapter 3: The Mixing Mess

Chapter 4: Oven Troubles

Chapter 5: Waiting Game

Chapter 6: The Smell of Success

Chapter 7: Sharing with Friends

Chapter 8: A Baking Surprise

Chapter 9: Maisy’s Muffin Adventure

Chapter 10: Muffins and Friendship

Title: Maisy the Mole Makes Muffins

Author: Kelly Johnson

Chapter 1: Maisy’s Muffin Dream

As the first golden rays of morning gently filtered through the soft earth at the entrance of her cozy burrow, Maisy the Mole slowly stirred awake. The sunlight, warm and mellow, threaded its way through the tiny tunnel’s mossy curtain, painting the walls of her home with rippling patterns that danced like sunlight on water. Each flicker and beam glowed softly on the earthen walls, revealing tiny roots, polished pebbles, and shelves made from acorn caps and smooth stones. Her little nest of leaves, moss, and dandelion fluff rustled as she shifted, snug and safe in her hidden nook beneath the meadow.

Maisy stretched her tiny paws, curling her toes and then unfolding them one by one, as if waking up every part of herself with care and patience. She gave a small, sleepy sigh and rolled over, blinking her round, dark eyes open. At first, the soft amber light was a blur, but soon it came into gentle focus, revealing the familiar, comforting corners of her burrow. Her whiskers twitched as she sniffed the sweet scent of lavender blossoms she’d tucked near her bed the night before. A sleepy little yawn escaped her mouth, high-pitched and squeaky, echoing faintly in the quiet stillness. It was the kind of yawn that could only come from a night of sweet dreams and soft, uninterrupted sleep.

Outside, the world was already beginning its morning symphony. The cool air drifting in through the tunnel carried the rich, earthy scent of damp soil freshly kissed by dew. The aroma mingled with the floral perfume of wild primroses and clover, blooming freely across the meadow above. Every breath Maisy took filled her chest with a peaceful warmth and the excitement of a brand-new day.

Birdsong filled the open sky above her hidden home. A chorus of robins, finches, and warblers sang in joyful harmony, each call and reply a note in nature’s morning melody. Some birds chirped quick, bright notes, while others trilled long, lilting tunes that rose and fell like the breeze. The melody wrapped around Maisy like a hug, welcoming her gently into the day.

Nearby, the tall oaks and maples swayed slightly in the morning breeze. Their leaves rustled like soft applause, and Maisy imagined them cheering her on as she slowly sat up in bed. The breeze slipped down into her burrow, carrying the promise of sunshine, blooming flowers, and maybe—just maybe—another wonderful baking day.

Maisy sat quietly for a few more moments, soaking in the stillness and wonder of the early morning. She listened to the gentle hum of life above and the steady beat of her own heart. Everything felt calm, connected, and full of possibility.

With a contented smile, she finally rose from her cozy nest, brushed a bit of fluff from her fur, and stretched her tiny arms high above her head. Today was a new day, full of ingredients waiting to be discovered and moments waiting to be shared. And Maisy, the little mole with big muffin dreams, was ready to make it count.

Maisy lay still for a moment, savoring the peacefulness of the morning. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes with her soft paws, feeling the softness of the moss beneath her and the coolness of the earth just beyond the burrow’s mouth. The faint sparkle of dew on the blades of grass caught her eye, and she watched as tiny droplets clung to spider webs like strings of diamonds.

Then, as if a spark had been lit inside her heart, a wonderful thought popped into Maisy’s mind—bright and bold and full of possibility. It made her heart beat a little faster, sending a flutter of excitement through her chest. She sat up straighter, her whiskers twitching as she whispered softly to herself, “I’m going to bake muffins!”

The idea felt as fresh as the morning itself. Maisy had never baked before, but the thought filled her with a warm, bubbling hope. She had heard so many stories about muffins from her meadow friends—those fluffy, sweet treats that were said to taste like little clouds, bursting with juicy berries, crunchy nuts, or golden honey. Each time she caught the scent of baking wafting through the air—from the picnic blankets of the rabbits or the cozy kitchens of the nearby human gardens—her nose twitched in delight and her tummy gave a hungry rumble.

Now, Maisy dreamed of making muffins all her own. She imagined the soft, warm cakes fresh from her burrow, their sweet aroma swirling through the meadow to invite every friend to gather close. She pictured the smiles on the faces of Benny the Bunny, Rosie the Robin, and all the others as they tasted the special muffins made with love by Maisy’s very own paws.

With a determined gleam in her eye, Maisy hopped to her little work table—a flat, smooth stone beside her burrow—and began thinking about what she would need to make her dream come true. The morning sunlight warmed her fur, and she felt ready to take on the challenge. This was more than just baking—it was a chance to share happiness, to bring the meadow together, and to discover something new about herself.

The day had only just begun, but Maisy’s heart was already full of hope and adventure. She smiled softly, whispering once more, “This is going to be wonderful.”

She imagined the smiles on Benny the Bunny’s face as he bit into a blueberry muffin, and Rosie the Robin happily pecking at a crumb while perched on a branch. She pictured the squirrels chatting excitedly over a nutty muffin and even Mr. Hedgehog enjoying the soft, sweet treats under a shady tree.

Maisy’s little heart fluttered with joy just thinking about it.

“But… I’ve never baked before,” she whispered, a tiny frown crossing her usually cheerful face. She had always been more comfortable digging tunnels and finding roots underground. Baking sounded tricky and new—mixing, measuring, and heating things just right.

Yet, the excitement in her chest grew stronger than her worries.

“If I want to share something special, I just have to try,” Maisy whispered firmly to herself, her voice steady and full of quiet determination. She gave a little nod, as if sealing the promise deep inside her heart.

With that resolve shining bright, Maisy stretched one last time in her cozy bed made of the softest leaves and moss, tucking a stray strand of fur behind her ear. Then, with a sudden burst of energy, she leapt up and out of her snug nest. The cool, damp earth beneath her paws felt grounding, but the promise of the day ahead made her steps light and eager.

She brushed the lingering sleepiness gently from her delicate whiskers, wiggling her nose to clear her senses. With a quick glance back at her little burrow, she scampered swiftly up the narrow, winding tunnel that led to the meadow above. The fresh morning air greeted her like an old friend, crisp and sweet with the scent of wildflowers and dew-kissed grass. As the sun’s gentle warmth bathed her fur, Maisy took a deep breath, filling her tiny lungs with hope and endless possibility.

Reaching the crest of a grassy hill, she paused, taking a moment to drink in the breathtaking view before her. The meadow stretched wide and welcoming, a patchwork quilt of green sprinkled with bursts of color—pinks, yellows, blues, and purples from wildflowers swaying softly in the gentle breeze. Butterflies flitted lazily between blossoms, their delicate wings catching the sunlight like stained glass windows. A lazy bumblebee hummed nearby, making its slow, purposeful rounds.

From her vantage point, Maisy spotted her friends starting to wake. Benny the Bunny was already busy nibbling on fresh clover, his fluffy tail twitching with contentment. Not far off, Rosie the Robin perched on a low branch, practicing her morning songs with sweet, clear notes that floated through the air and stirred a joyful melody in the meadow. Maisy’s eyes sparkled with excitement, her heart pounding with a mixture of nerves and happiness. Today wasn’t just any day—it was the day she would turn her dream into something real, something delicious, something to share with everyone she cared about.

She took a small, determined step forward, the soft grass brushing her paws, and smiled—a bright, hopeful smile that seemed to light up the entire meadow. Whispering to the wind, to the flowers, and to the friends she hoped would gather, Maisy said with quiet joy, “I’m going to bake muffins for everyone. And it’s going to be wonderful.”

With that promise echoing softly inside her, Maisy felt ready to begin the adventure, one pawstep at a time.

Chapter 2: Gathering Ingredients

With her heart still buzzing from the excitement of her new plan, Maisy the Mole pushed open the soft moss at the entrance of her cozy burrow and stepped out into the bright morning light. The sun hung low but warm in the sky, casting golden rays that danced through the leaves and made tiny dew drops sparkle like scattered diamonds on the grass. The meadow stretched wide and inviting before her, alive with the gentle hum of bees and the flutter of butterflies weaving between wildflowers.