Remy the Raven Reads Riddles E-Book

Kelly Johnson

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

Seitenzahl: 98

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

Remy, a curious and clever raven, discovers a mysterious old book of riddles hidden in the forest, sparking his imagination and sense of adventure. Excited by the challenge and joy of solving the clever puzzles, he spends his days practicing and mastering the riddles, eager to share them with his friends. As he reads aloud and imagines the forest coming alive with playful problem-solving, Remy envisions laughter, learning, and teamwork as his friendsSqueaky the squirrel, Lily the rabbit, and Toby the turtlejoin in the fun. Through these riddles, Remy transforms ordinary days into magical adventures, turning the forest into a lively stage for curiosity, creativity, and shared delight, where every question becomes an opportunity for discovery and friendship.

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Remy the Raven Reads Riddles

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 Curious Raven

Chapter 2: The First Riddle

Chapter 3: A Forest Audience

Chapter 4: The Trickiest Riddle

Chapter 5: A Riddle Race

Chapter 6: Riddles in the Rain

Chapter 7: The Lost Riddle

Chapter 8: Riddles for the Whole Forest

Chapter 9: Remy’s Big Riddle Challenge

Chapter 10: A Riddle Every Day

Remy the Raven Reads Riddles

By: Kelly Johnson

Chapter 1: A Curious Raven

Remy was no ordinary raven. His feathers gleamed black like polished night, catching the sunlight in tiny, sparkling highlights that made him look as though he carried stars in his wings. His bright, curious eyes never stayed still for long; they darted from leaf to twig, from shiny pebble to glimmering dewdrop, always seeking the unusual, the mysterious, the small secrets hidden in the forest. While other birds were content to hop lazily from branch to branch, pecking at seeds or exchanging chirps, Remy’s mind was alive with questions and possibilities. He spent his days exploring every nook and cranny, crawling over mossy logs, peeking under ferns, and hopping along winding roots, always ready to discover something new that would make him tilt his head in wonder.

One crisp morning, the forest was wrapped in a soft, golden haze as the sun poured through the trees, creating dancing patches of light on the damp, leaf-strewn ground. The air smelled of pine, earth, and the faint sweetness of wildflowers, and the forest hummed softly with birdsong and rustling leaves. Remy was hopping along a moss-covered log, his claws curling carefully over the slick surface, when a glimmer of something unusual caught his eye.

He crouched closer, letting his head tilt in that familiar inquisitive way. Under a pile of freshly fallen leaves, something peeped out—something not quite right, something that seemed to hum with quiet curiosity of its own. He gave the leaves a gentle nudge with his beak, careful not to crush whatever lay beneath. There, half-hidden and almost forgotten, was a small book with a faded, worn cover. Its edges were frayed, corners curled from age, and the title—“Riddles and Puzzles for Clever Minds”—was faint, almost whispering secrets to him.

Remy’s heart fluttered with excitement. A book! Here, in the middle of the forest, waiting just for him! His wings twitched as he carefully nudged the cover open, and a soft puff of dust tickled his feathers, making him sneeze a little. The pages were yellowed and smelled faintly of old paper and sunshine, as though the forest itself had kept it safe for decades. Each page was filled with strange, twisty questions that seemed to wiggle and dance in the sunlight filtering through the trees. Riddles about things unseen, things forgotten, things that made the mind twist like vines and twirl like autumn leaves.

He peered closer, fascinated. Some riddles seemed impossibly tricky at first glance, while others were silly or playful, making him tilt his head and let out a soft, delighted caw. One asked about creatures that could fly without wings; another hinted at treasures hidden in plain sight; yet another promised a secret only those clever enough to think in riddles could discover. Every page felt like a tiny adventure, a secret puzzle calling him to solve it.

Remy clutched the book carefully under his wing, his feathers ruffling with excitement. “This… this is incredible!” he whispered, his beak trembling slightly with joy. He imagined all the fun he could have learning these riddles, sharing them with his friends, and seeing how each puzzle could make them laugh, think, and imagine in ways they had never tried before. The forest around him seemed to lean in closer, the birdsong softening as if it too were eager to hear the secrets hidden in that dusty little book.

With a gleam in his eye and a flutter of wings, Remy opened to the first page. The riddles seemed to shimmer slightly, like they were alive and waiting just for him. He tilted his head, read the first question aloud to the empty forest, and giggled at the clever twist of the words. In that moment, he knew that his days of ordinary hopping and pecking were over. Adventure, laughter, and clever thinking awaited him—and perhaps, if he shared this discovery, it would reach every friend in the forest too.

He read the first one aloud, flapping his wings with excitement:

"I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have no body, but I come alive with wind.

What am I?"

Remy tilted his head, thinking. He cawed softly and then flapped his wings in delight as the answer popped into his mind: “An echo!” He giggled—a low, throaty caw that made a squirrel peek out from behind a tree. “Oh, this is perfect!” he chirped. “Imagine how fun it will be to share these with my friends. Everyone loves a good puzzle!”

He spent the next hour flipping pages with his beak, eyes darting from one riddle to the next, each one more clever than the last. Some made him laugh, some made him frown in concentration, and some made him caw out loud in surprise. A riddle about a river that could talk made him squawk in delight, while another about a shadow hiding in the moonlight made him tilt his head and think long and hard.

As he studied the book, Remy’s bright black eyes danced across each page, following the twisting, turning riddles as if they were secret paths leading somewhere magical. The words seemed to shimmer in the sunlight filtering through the leaves, and for a moment, Remy imagined them coming to life, floating above the pages like tiny glowing creatures waiting to be discovered. He pictured the forest itself joining in the fun: the tall pines swaying as if nodding in agreement, the creek gurgling as if laughing along, and the mossy logs and ferns bending playfully to form hidden clues.

He pictured Squeaky the squirrel scratching his head furiously, his bushy tail twitching like a question mark, trying to guess the answers. Squeaky might even balance precariously on a branch or scurry from tree to tree, determined to figure out each puzzle before anyone else. Lily the rabbit, with her quick, eager hops, would bounce around the clearing, paws stamping softly on the moss, her long ears flicking in excitement every time she guessed right—or laughed when she guessed hilariously wrong. And then there was Toby, slow and thoughtful, moving with his usual deliberate care, tilting his head, tapping his clawed foot against the ground as he traced invisible lines of logic, only to nod triumphantly when he finally unlocked the riddle’s secret.

“Oh, I can’t wait!” Remy cawed to himself, hopping from branch to branch, feathers glinting like polished night in the dappled sunlight. He imagined the forest alive with chatter, giggles, and the rhythmic sound of tiny claws and paws against leaves, moss, and bark. “I’m going to learn every riddle in this book,” he whispered, voice brimming with excitement, “and then… I’ll share them with everyone. We’ll laugh, we’ll think, and we’ll have the most fun any forest has ever known! I’ll make the trees echo with clever guesses, the bushes rustle with excitement, and the streams giggle with every tricky puzzle we solve!”

With a final, determined ruffle of his glossy feathers, Remy tucked the book carefully under one claw, making sure each page was safe, and leapt from his branch, wings flaring in a graceful swoop as he descended toward the forest floor. His eyes gleamed with curiosity, scanning the paths ahead, imagining every nook, every root, and every hidden corner as a possible stage for riddles to come alive. His mind buzzed with ideas—riddles about shadows and sunlight, footsteps and echoes, clouds and whispers of the wind—each one forming a tiny story, a tiny adventure waiting to be shared.

Today had started like any other day, quiet and sunlit, with the soft rustle of leaves and the distant trill of birds. But with this little book of riddles clutched under his claw, Remy knew that something extraordinary was about to begin. A season of puzzles, laughter, and clever surprises stretched ahead like a winding forest path, beckoning him—and everyone he cared about—toward adventures that would make the forest sparkle brighter than ever before. Every step he took seemed lighter, every flap of his wings more eager, as though the very air around him was humming with the promise of discovery and joy.

And with that thought, Remy’s wings lifted him into the morning sky, ready to begin his adventure, one riddle at a time.

Chapter 2: The First Riddle

The morning sun had climbed higher, spilling golden light across the forest. Remy perched on the highest branch of an old oak, the riddle book clutched carefully under one claw. He fluffed his feathers and took a deep, determined breath. Today was the day he would practice reading aloud, preparing himself to share the riddles with his friends.

He opened the book to the first page, but just as he began to read, a playful gust of wind swept through the branches. Pages fluttered wildly, twisting and flipping in the breeze. “Hey! Come back here!” Remy cawed, hopping after the flapping paper. With a sharp snap of his beak, he managed to catch the page, but not before the wind had ruffled the words into funny, jumbled shapes. Remy tilted his head, blinking in surprise. “Riddles can dance, too, it seems!” he murmured, and a small laugh bubbled from his throat.

Taking a deep breath, he tried again. “I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have no body, but I come alive with wind. What am I?” he cawed aloud. The leaves trembled as if listening, and a few birds perched nearby turned their heads, curious at the strange words. Remy paused, thinking. He imagined the riddle twisting in the air like a little puzzle piece, trying to find its proper place. Slowly, the answer appeared in his mind: An echo!

He flapped his wings excitedly. “An echo! Of course! Oh, this is brilliant!” He practiced saying it several times, letting his voice carry across the branches. The rhythm of the words felt playful, like hopping from one leaf to another or skipping along a mossy log. He noticed how fun it was to say the riddles aloud, letting the words roll over his tongue and dance in the air.

The wind returned, more mischievous than before, tugging at the pages and tossing the book around. Remy clutched it tightly under one claw and cawed determinedly. “No, no, we’re not done yet!” He learned quickly that riddles weren’t just simple words on a page—they were little puzzles that made the mind twist and turn, hop and spin, just like he did when chasing shiny things across the forest floor.