Piper the Proud Peacock E-Book

Kelly Johnson

• Herausgeber: Kelly Johnson
• Kategorie: Geisteswissenschaft
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 82

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

Piper is a dazzling peacock who takes great pride in his shimmering, colorful feathers, believing they make him the most important and admired creature in the garden. His sparkling displays and constant boasting win the attention of others but also create distance between him and his friends, who begin to feel overlooked and saddened by his self-centeredness. As Piper prepares to star in the gardens upcoming talent show, he starts to realize that true admiration comes not just from outward shine but from sharing kindness, listening, and appreciating the unique talents of others. This marks the beginning of Pipers journey toward humility and deeper friendship.

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Piper the Proud Peacock

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 Shiniest Feathers in the Garden

Chapter 2: A Compliment Too Far

Chapter 3: The Garden Gathering

Chapter 4: Humbled by Harmony

Chapter 5: A Lonely Walk

Chapter 6: Wise Words from Wren

Chapter 7: The Apology Parade

Chapter 8: A New Kind of Proud

Chapter 9: The Festival of Feathers

Chapter 10: The Heart Behind the Feathers

Title: Piper the Proud Peacock

Author: Kelly Johnson

Chapter 1: The Shiniest Feathers in the Garden

In the heart of a sunlit garden where tulips swayed gently in the breeze and butterflies danced lazily through the warm air, lived a peacock named Piper. But Piper wasn’t just any peacock—oh no—he was the most dazzling, radiant, shimmering creature the entire garden had ever seen. From the smallest ladybug resting on a leaf to the buzzing bees flitting from flower to flower, every creature admired Piper’s magnificent display.

His feathers were no ordinary colors. They gleamed and glistened with deep, rich shades of emerald green, sparkling sapphire blue, and hints of golden bronze that caught the sunlight like liquid metal. When Piper fanned out his grand tail in a full display, it wasn’t just a tail—it was a spectacular living masterpiece, a perfect circle of swirling color and light. Dozens of eye-like patterns shimmered with iridescence, each one seeming to wink at the garden’s visitors, captivating anyone who stopped to look.

Every morning, just as the first soft rays of sunlight began to peek over the horizon, and the dew still clung delicately to the petals of tulips, daisies, and roses, Piper would emerge from behind the tall honeysuckle hedge. He moved with a slow, regal grace, every step measured and elegant. His chin lifted high as if carrying a crown invisible to all but himself, and his long tail trailed behind him like a royal train sweeping across the garden path. The earth beneath his feet seemed to glow in response, as though the garden itself recognized his presence as something special.

“Good morning, Piper!” chirped Betty the Bluebird from a nearby branch, fluttering down with bright eyes and a cheerful smile.

Piper paused and gave a grand, sweeping turn, fluffing every feather until he looked twice his usual size. His iridescent tail spread wide, catching the morning light in a dazzling display. “Good morning, Betty,” he said with a sly wink and a proud tilt of his head. “Do you notice how the sun dances off my feathers today? They sparkle more brightly than ever, don’t they?”

“Oh yes, very bright indeed!” Betty replied politely, her tiny wings fluttering as she prepared to fly back into the soft morning sky.

Piper preened and strutted a little more, soaking in the admiring glances from nearby butterflies and garden mice. The gentle hum of bees collecting nectar buzzed softly in the background, while the fragrant scent of blooming flowers wrapped around him like a warm, colorful cloak. Piper truly believed there was no other creature in the garden quite like him—and he made sure everyone knew it.

With a proud puff of his chest and a graceful flick of his shimmering tail, Piper set off down the winding garden path, ready to dazzle all who crossed his way—and to remind them just how magnificent he was.

As Piper paraded through the garden, animals peeked out from the daisies and rosebushes to get a glimpse of his daily walk. Freddie the Frog gave a quiet croak of admiration. Even Molly the Mole, who mostly stayed underground, popped up just to catch a flash of his brilliant tail.

Piper soaked it all in—the smiles, the stares, the whispered gasps. “Of course they admire me,” he murmured to himself. “How could they not? I’m the most important animal in this garden.”

He strutted confidently down the garden path, his feet barely making a sound on the soft earth, and soon came upon the vegetable patch, where Rosie the Rabbit was carefully organizing her bright orange carrots into neat, even rows. Rosie’s long ears twitched as she hummed a little tune, completely absorbed in her task.

“Hello there, Rosie!” Piper called out in his usual proud tone, tilting his head just so to catch the light and let his feathers shimmer in full glory. “Have you ever seen feathers as fine and flawless as mine? Surely, none in this garden can compare!”

Rosie looked up from her carrots, blinking in surprise at the sudden interruption. “Well, Piper, your feathers are certainly very bright and colorful,” she said kindly, “but I was just admiring how neatly I stacked these carrots. I think it’s important to keep things tidy so we can all find what we need easily.”

But Piper barely heard her last words. His attention was already caught by his own reflection shimmering in the pond nearby. With a graceful flick, he began spinning slowly in a perfect circle, showing off his magnificent tail from every angle—the blues glinting like sapphires, the greens shimmering like fresh spring leaves, and the golden eyespots sparkling like tiny suns.

“Yes, yes, quite nice, aren’t they?” he said aloud, speaking more to himself than to Rosie. He puffed out his chest and gave a final triumphant shake of his feathers.

All through the morning, Piper basked in the gentle admiration and the glances of awe from the garden’s residents. The butterflies seemed to flutter a little closer, the bees buzzed with approval, and even the tiny ladybugs paused on leaves to watch his elegant strut. But as much as the garden was alive with countless wonders—the delicate spiderwebs shimmering like crystal chandeliers in the morning light, the cheerful chatter of ants working tirelessly to build their anthill, and the soft, busy hum of bees gathering nectar—Piper’s gaze rarely wandered past his own brilliant feathers or the sparkling pond that reflected his every move.

To Piper, the greatest treasure in the entire garden was the shimmering reflection staring back at him from the water’s surface. He would spend long moments admiring the way the light caught every hue and pattern, as if the pond itself were a mirror made just for him.

Meanwhile, some of the other animals watched from a distance, smiling kindly but with quiet concern. “There he goes again,” whispered Tilly the Tortoise to Benny the Bumblebee as Piper passed by with his usual flourish. “So proud of those feathers, he never stops to ask how we’re doing—or what we might be feeling.”

Benny buzzed softly in agreement. “It’s hard when someone is always shining so brightly. Sometimes it makes the rest of us feel like we don’t matter as much.”

But Piper didn’t notice their whispers or their gentle sighs. He was too busy spinning, posing, and shimmering—too caught up in being the shiniest, most dazzling peacock in the garden.

Chapter 2: A Compliment Too Far

Piper had always loved compliments. A little praise in the morning was like the sweetest nectar, filling him with a glow that lasted all day. A kind word about his feathers before lunch? Even better—those words were like warm sunshine that made his feathers shimmer brighter. He cherished every admiring glance and every soft murmur of awe from the other animals in the garden.

But lately, something had started to change. It was subtle at first—just a small shift in how Piper felt about himself and how he shared that pride with the world around him.

It all began after one particularly radiant morning. The sun was shining so brightly that even the dew on the tulips sparkled like tiny diamonds. Piper was preening by the pond when Daisy the Duck waddled over and said with a smile, “You know, Piper, your feathers sparkle like the surface of the lake when the sunlight hits just right.”

Piper’s heart soared at Daisy’s words, and from that very moment, his pride puffed up inside him like a balloon filling with air—and it didn’t stop growing.

The very next day, Piper strutted through the garden with a new kind of swagger. He moved slower than usual, taking extra care with every step so that all eyes could rest on his glorious tail. He paused frequently, fanning out his feathers wide to catch the sun’s rays, then turned this way and that, ensuring every creature had the perfect view.

He twirled in circles that made the petals on nearby flowers sway, shimmered like a living jewel, and struck poses that would have made the grandest statue jealous. At every corner, he made sure to flash his tail and tilt his head just so, as if the whole garden were his personal stage.

“Did you know,” Piper announced loudly, his voice carrying across the garden, “that my feathers have fifty-seven unique shades of blue? Fifty-seven! That’s more than the number of ants in a whole picnic!”

Freddie the Frog, sitting on a lily pad nearby, blinked slowly and croaked, “Oh. That’s… very colorful, Piper.”

But Piper barely heard him. “And did you know,” he went on without missing a beat, cutting Freddie off before he could say more, “that just yesterday, I caught my reflection in the pond—and even I gasped! Such brilliance! Such sparkle!”