The Sand Grain King E-Book

Melanie Dieckmann

• Herausgeber: novum publishing
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 279

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

Join the Sand Grain King on an adventure through his little kingdom and experience exciting stories in a child-friendly fantasy world. Experience stories about friendship and solidarity around the world and look forward to exciting adventures that the Sand Grain King experiences with his friends. The stories in this book are suitable for reading aloud, but also encourage children to read for themselves.

Leseprobe

Table of Contents

Imprint

Dedication

The Sand Grain King

The Sand Grain King

The Sand Grain King and the Dragon Egg

The Sand Grain King and the Little Pirate

The Sand Grain King and Mrs. Turtle's Treasure

The Sand Grain King and the Genie

The Sand Grain King and the Missing Dolphin

The Sand Grain King and the Flying Merchant

The Sand Grain King and the Captain

The Sand Grain King and the Night Ghost

The Sand Grain King celebrates his birthday

The Sand Grain King

The Sand Grain King and the Secret of the Lost Crown

Big Puddleville

King Max von und zu Regentropfen

The City

The stalactite dragons

The soap bubble machine

The Floating Island

The Sand Grain King and the Loki Monkey

The Green Island

The Professor

The hike

The Loki monkey

The Floating Island

The Sand Grain King and the Little Vampire

Shadowland

The little vampire

Little Spooky Castle

The Floating Island

The Sand Grain King and the Broken Wand

Sugarland

The Tooth Fairy

The Wine Gum Mountains

The Sugar Star

The fairy dust

The baby tooth

The magic wand

The floating island

The Sand Grain King and the Sandman

The Sleep Journey

Nursing

The morning

The Sand Grain King

The Sand Grain King and the Magic Book

The Sand Grain King and the Little Giant

The Sand Grain King and the Green Goblin

The Sand Grain King and the Will-o'-the-Wisp

The Sand Grain King and the Easter Bunny

The Sand Grain King and the Little Mermaid

The Sand Grain King and Santa Claus

The Sand Grain King

The Sand Grain King Celebrates Halloween

The Sand Grain King and the Mummy

The Sand Grain King and the Haunted Ghosts

The Sand Grain King and the Little Witch

The Sand Grain King and the Werewolf

The Sand Grain King and the Poltergeist

The Sand Grain King and the House Spirits

The Sand Grain King and the Prince of Shadowland

The Sand Grain King

The Sand Grain King and the Wish Powder

The Sand Grain King in Asia

The Sand Grain King in Africa

The Sand Grain King in North America

The Sand Grain King in South America

The Sand Grain King in Antarctica

The Sand Grain King in Europe

The Sand Grain King in Australia

Imprint

Any inconsistencies in the text are due to the fact that it was translated using computer-aided technology for a company-wide study.

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Dedication

Quote from Ms. Marion Schmickler:

"A child turns everyday life into an adventure,

sand becomes a castle,

paint becomes a painting,

a puddle becomes an ocean,

plans become surprises,

and habit into... life!"

The Sand Grain King

The book

The Sand Grain King

If you look at the sea often and for a long time, you may see an island on the horizon that wasn't there before. This is Amber Island, a floating island that slowly and steadily drifts with the currents of the sea, finding its way through the waves.

On this small island, the Sand Grain King rules over everything on the island from his castle. The Amber Island is so named because it consists of a large piece of amber. Every stone and every cliff is made of amber and glows exceptionally beautifully in the sun in all colors from orange to red and brown.

Over the years, the island has changed constantly. First came the beaches and the sand, then the lush palm trees, but one thing has always been there: the Sand Grain King. He makes sure that everything on the island runs smoothly and that everyone gets along well.

His hair is the color of amber and sticks out wildly and tousled in all directions from his head. He also wears a crown on his head so that everyone can see that he is a king. As a scepter, he carries a small sand shovel and a bucket with him so that he can dig up amber or a beautiful shell whenever he finds one. He then decorates his sandcastle with these treasures and makes it shine. Even though the Sand Grain King is always alone on his walks on the beach, he is by no means completely alone. The old Krabbelan, a venerable sea crab, also lives in his castle and is always keen to be at the Sand Grain King's side to help him. He keeps everything clean and tidy, because someone has to do it. Otherwise, it is quite lonely for the little king, because there are not many visitors, and so he goes to the beach alone every day to make sure everything is in order.

But one day, the life of the Sand Grain King was about to change dramatically. It was a beautiful sunny day as usual, and the waves were gently lapping at the beach, where the little king had just discovered a beautiful shell when he heard someone calling. "Hello, hello..." He looked out to sea, where he thought the voice was coming from. "Hello, you there, can you help me?" The little king could hardly believe what was swimming in the water in front of him: a real little mermaid! She looked at him with big water-blue eyes and smiled. She had greenish shimmering hair. Instead of two legs, she had a fish tail growing out of her lower body. She was really pretty to look at as she swam there in the sun.

"Do you mean me?" asked the Sand Grain King quietly, looking at her. "There's no one else here but you," she joked and smiled mischievously. "Yes, I mean you." He looked down at the ground, caught out, and replied shyly, "I'll be happy to help you if I can, but who are you and where are you from?" "My name is Marla and I live here on the coast. When I saw your island, I swam over to see it up close, and when I arrived, I noticed the box floating in the sea back there and I became curious. Will you help me bring it ashore? I'll share the treasure with you if we find any."

The little king looked out to sea and saw a wooden box of considerable size rocking gently in the waves. "The storm must have driven it here yesterday. It was really windy," he said, brushing his tousled hair out of his eyes. "I wonder what's inside? Maybe gold and silver or pearls and diamonds, a real pirate's treasure perhaps?" "Yes, I'm sure it belonged to a big, scary pirate, and it fell off his pirate ship and drifted here," Marla guessed, her eyes shining at the thought.

"We'll need a rope, and I have one in my castle that I could fetch," said the little king. "Wait here, I'll be right back with it." He turned and ran as fast as his legs could carry him back to his sandcastle to fetch the rope. It took him barely 10 minutes to return to the beach with the rope and the old crab as reinforcement.

"We have to swim out and attach the rope so we can pull it ashore," said the little king to Marla, who had been waiting for him in the water. "You're right," she said and swam toward the drifting box.

The Sand Grain King placed his crown and his little shovel with the bucket on the beach and gave one end of the rope to the old crab. "Hold it tight and wait to pull until I give you a signal," he said and ran straight into the waves with the other end of the rope, toward the box.

The water was lukewarm and he could taste the salt of the sea. He bravely fought his way through the waves toward the box, where Marla was already waiting for him. " , I'll throw the rope around the box and then we'll push it onto the beach," he called to Marla and threw the rope he had brought with him. The loop encircled the wooden chest and tightened. It had worked very well. "Great," panted the Sand Grain King as he swam. He and Marla began to push hard against the chest. It slowly moved toward the beach, and small waves lapped up and down.

The undertaking proved more difficult than expected. The chest was heavy and unwieldy and fought against the waves of the sea. After only a short time, the Sand Grain King and Marla were completely out of breath and at the end of their strength when they heard something above them. It was the cry of a seagull hovering above them, watching the whole game with the chest. "Hey, you down there!" croaked the seagull, flapping its wings wildly before landing in the water. "What are you doing with that box?" "Hello, there," cried the little king, "we're trying to bring the box ashore. If you help us, we'll share the treasure with you." The seagull chattered excitedly: "Ooh, treasure! I'd love to help. My name is Björn and I'm a real storm seagull. Who are you, if I may ask?" "My name is Marla and this is the Sand Grain King. He lives on this island."

The little king nodded kindly to the seagull and said, "Let's get started. Marla and I will push, you Björn, pull on the rope, and old Krabbelan will pull from the beach. With our combined strength, we'll make it." No sooner said than done! Everyone knew what they had to do, and they all pushed or pulled the chest with all their might.

"Harder! Stronger!" gasped the Sandgrain King, and the chest moved closer and closer to the beach. And finally, with their combined strength, the four s managed to pull the chest onto the beach. As soon as there was sand under the chest, it didn't move another inch. "The chest is so heavy," said Björn, "it must be a great treasure!"

The little king put on his crown and attached his shovel and bucket to his belt before plopping down on the warm sand, panting. "Oh yes, a huge treasure. I'm so excited, let's take a look!" "Yes, look inside the chest!" Marla called from the waves. Björn also fluttered his wings excitedly in agreement. The Sand Grain King took his little shovel from his belt, wedged it between the lid and the edge of the chest, and pressed down as hard as he could. When he couldn't do it alone, the others helped him. Together, they managed to pry open the chest with a groaning sound. The lid sprang open, revealing the treasure they had hoped for.

All four were speechless, because there was no gold, no silver, no pearls or diamonds in the chest. No, the whole chest was filled to the brim with all kinds of sweets! Colorful candies, chewing gum, and lollipops beamed at the four of them. The chest was almost overflowing with all the treats.

The little king was the first to find his words again and laughed out loud: "These are all sweets, what a strange pirate treasure!" Marla, Björn, and old Krabbelan also held their stomachs with laughter.

"The real treasure is the new friends you've made," said old Krabbelan, winking at the little king. "Yes, you're right, that's the real treasure! As promised, we'll divide it by four and eat all the candy together."

Then the four friends celebrated together until it got dark, eating as many sweets as they could.

When the little Sandgrain King fell into bed that evening, full and tired, he knew that today was only the beginning of many adventures with his new friends. He fell asleep with a smile on his face.

The Sand Grain King and the Dragon Egg

The little sand grain king felt the warmth of the sun on his face and the wind in his hair as he flew on Björn, the storm petrel, over the beaches of his floating amber island. Up and down, above the clouds and close to the ground, he went again and again. The little king felt a pleasant tingling sensation in his stomach, making him cheer. He could hardly express what a joy it was. It was just a pity that Marla, the little mermaid, couldn't fly with them. She waited for the two friends down on the beach in the surf. The Sand Grain King was so happy about his new friends that he couldn't put it into words. Finally, the days of lonely walks on the beach were over, and he spent his days nurturing and cultivating friendships. He often sat on the beach with Marla, and they talked about everything that was on their minds. About important and unimportant things. When the three of them were together— —there was a lot of laughter and joking, and often the little king held his stomach with laughter.

It was a wonderful time for the Sandgrain King, Marla, Björn, and old Krabbelan on the floating island, and the days just flew by. He actually thought time could stand still when he flew on Björn's back and buried his hands in Björn's feathers to hold on tight. His eyes saw the long beaches of the island, with the dunes and palm trees, and his beloved sandcastle with its towers and terraces. In the middle of the island, the peak of Amber Island rose majestically, and Björn flew a little lower when the little king saw something in the furrows of the mountain. "Björn, wait, fly back!" he called to the storm petrel, pointing to the spot where he thought he had seen something. Björn flew back in a long curve and hovered in the air, flapping his wings. "Down there, look, there's something lying on the amber. Let's land and take a look." The storm petrel landed smoothly, kicking up dust and small stones. They were on a small hill on Amber Mountain. With a jump, the Sandgrain King slid off Björn's back and landed with both feet on the amber. "It's a miracle you saw that while flying!" said Björn, taking a few steps forward. Both of them now stood directly in front of the object that the little king had seen from the air, and they were quite astonished. "It's an egg. A rather large egg, I would say," whispered the Sand Grain King, reaching out his hand to touch it. "It's still quite warm," he remarked. "It definitely doesn't belong to a e gull, it's too big for that. Maybe another bird," guessed Björn. The Sand Grain King was now standing very close to the egg, which was almost as big as he was. "It's a really big egg, and there's something inside it. You can hear scratching!" said the little king. He now had both hands on the white shell and put his ear very close to the egg to listen. "Definitely a scratching sound! There's something alive inside the egg! How did it get here?" he wondered. "There's no nest anywhere, and no mother bird either." "It's as if it fell from the sky!" said Björn, looking up.

The little king shook his head. "I don't think so, there's no damage to the shell. Someone must have put it here." He looked over at Björn and said, "We have to take it with us, it will get cold up here without warmth. We can take care of the egg on the beach at Marla's, otherwise it will get cold during the night." Björn nodded in agreement. "You're right! I can carry you and the egg. If I'm careful, I can carry it in my claws, and at the beach we'll figure out how to keep it warm." That settled it. The Sand Grain King climbed onto Björn's back and the storm petrel grabbed the egg with its claws, very carefully, of course. They rose into the air and flew swiftly toward the beach.

There on the beach, where Marla was playing in the waves, they landed and immediately caught the little mermaid's attention. "What are you bringing with you?" she asked curiously, smiling at the two friends. "We found the egg on the mountain. If we don't keep it warm, it will cool down overnight!" cried the little king to Marla as he climbed down from Björn's back. "Oh, that mustn't happen!" she said solicitously. "How are we going to keep the egg warm?"

"I would say that each of us should look for something suitable. For example, I'll get my bedding so we can cover it with that. You, Björn, could get feathers from your friends, and Marla could dive for seaweed. We'll use those to build a nest for the egg."

No sooner had the words been spoken than the three friends knew what to do and set about implementing their plan. The Sand Grain King ran as fast as he could back to his sandcastle and fetched his warm bedding, a long scarf, and a few small pillows he found. Old Krabbelan carried three oil lamps with him so they would have light at night. Marla dived into the sea and picked the best seaweed, and Björn collected as many feathers as he could carry. They met again on the beach where the egg lay in the sand, laid the seaweed around it, then the feathers and pillows in a circle, and wrapped the scarf around the whole egg. On top of that, they placed the warm bedding until the egg was barely visible. Then they lit the oil lamps, because it had already grown dark, and sat down in front of the egg to wait and see what would happen.

Time passed slowly but steadily, and every now and then they heard a scratching sound coming from the egg. The friends passed the time by making up stories and telling each other tales. Some of them were exciting and even scary, so that the Sand Grain King sometimes pulled the warm blanket he was wrapped in higher up.

It was already dusk when suddenly, quite unexpectedly, a loud crack interrupted the merry gathering. Everyone fell silent and listened. "What was that?" Marla asked her friends in a trembling voice. "I think it came from the egg," said Björn, looking in the direction where he thought the noise had come from. And again there was a loud crack, followed by a scratching sound. The little king stood up. "We should go and see what's going on," he said and walked over to the egg. He pulled the blanket away with all his strength and unwrapped his scarf. As soon as the egg was uncovered, the friends saw a large crack in the shell running from top to bottom. "I think the egg is hatching," Björn remarked in amazement. "What do we do now?" "We let it hatch and see what comes out of the egg," said the Sandgrain King, flinching as it cracked again. Now they could even hear a noise coming from inside, like a squeak or a muffled whistle. Scratch, scratch, crack, crack, and the cracks on the egg grew larger and larger, and suddenly, as the first rays of sun shone on the beach, an eye peeked out of the egg. Scratch, scratch, crack, crack, and with a loud bang, the shell burst open. The eggshells fell to the ground and covered the nest. None of the friends had expected what appeared next. "It's a little green dragon," marveled the Sand Grain King, his mouth agape in amazement. And indeed, there was a little dragon sitting in the nest. It had green scaly skin and two small wings growing out of its back. Its eyes seemed alert and lively and darted from one to the other. When it roared, a small cloud of smoke came out of its mouth.

"What should we do with the little dragon?" asked Marla. "He needs to be taken to his mother, ." No sooner had she uttered the words than a violent roar broke out above them, a loud bellow could be heard, sand was stirred up by a fierce wind, and everyone covered their ears. With a loud thud, a large green dragon landed in the sand right next to Björn and the Sand Grain King. He had caused the wind with his wings, and clouds of smoke rose from his mouth into the sky.

"Oh, what luck," boomed the dragon's voice across the beach, "you found my egg, and as I can see, it has hatched." The dragon bent her head down toward the young dragon and smiled. The little dragon snuggled up to his mother's cheek, and both seemed very happy to have found each other.

"We found it on the mountain, and it was all alone," said the Sandgrain King, "we had to keep it warm." The big dragon nodded gratefully to his friends. "I had left it there, but I didn't know it was a floating island, and when I came back, the egg and the island were gone. I was terribly worried and searched for the island all day and all night. It was only this morning that I heard my baby's cries and squeaks when it hatched and found you. I am very grateful to you for taking such good care of my egg." Marla smiled, and Björn said, "We were happy to do it, it was only natural." Everyone laughed happily, and when it was time to say goodbye, the little dragon flew onto his mother's back and they both rose into the air. The friends waved to the two dragons for a long time until they were no longer visible on the horizon.

"Now it's time to get some sleep," said the little sand grain king wearily, taking his bedding under his arm. When he arrived at the sand castle, he snuggled into his bed, feeling very content with the adventure he had had with his friends that day, and smiled until he fell asleep.

The Sand Grain King and the Little Pirate

It was a beautiful day on the floating Amber Island, and the Sand Grain King took advantage of the morning hours to take a walk on the beach. He adjusted his little crown on his head and trudged cheerfully along. Just as he was walking through a small bay and climbing over some rocks, he looked out at the sea and stopped in his tracks, puzzled. He squinted his eyes against the bright sun to see better. What was floating there in the waves was hard to believe, and the little king rubbed his eyes to make sure he was really seeing what was floating there. A stately ship rose up out of the waves, with all the trimmings. A mast, a sail, and a steering wheel. Cannons could be seen peeking out from the side of the ship, and a pirate flag fluttered in the wind at the top of the mast. "A pirate ship," whispered the Sand Grain King, holding his flat hand over his eyes to see better. He walked a few meters toward the sea until his feet touched the water. The incoming waves washed around his toes . The water felt warm, and the little king briefly considered swimming over to take a closer look at the ship when he felt a draft behind him and turned around. He could just see Björn, the storm petrel, landing behind him, stirring up the fine sand on the beach. "Hello, what are you doing?" Björn asked the little king, shaking his feathers into place. "Marla is on her way here too, we've been looking for you." "I was taking a walk and discovered that over there." He pointed his finger out to sea, where the pirate ship was anchored. "Ooh," Björn chattered, "what do we have here? A real pirate ship. Now that's exciting." No sooner had he spoken than Marla, the little mermaid, emerged from the waves and sat down on the beach, lapped by the waves. "I saw the ship from afar and I'm terribly curious to see what awaits us on board," she said, a smile flitting across her face. "Yes, let's go see what or who is on board," sighed the little sand grain king and skillfully climbed onto Björn's back. Marla swam ahead, and Björn, with the little king on his back, followed her. The seagull rocked in the waves, so the Sand Grain King had to hold on tight to avoid slipping off. When they reached the ship, they looked for a way to get on board and soon found a rope ladder dangling from the outside of the ship. The Sand Grain King skillfully climbed the ladder, while Björn took the easy way and simply flew up. Marla swam back a little to get a good view of the ship's deck from her spot in the waves. With one leap, the little king reached the ship's deck and Björn landed next to him. Nothing was to be seen. They quietly took a few steps forward and looked around. In front of them was an open door that seemed to lead to a cabin. The little king took another step toward it. He thought he had heard something from inside and wanted to check it out when suddenly, without warning, a little pirate jumped out of the open door at him. "Haaarrr, haaarr..." the little pirate shouted at his friends, waving his arms wildly in the air. "Haaarrr, haaarrr... what are you landlubbers doing on board?" the little pirate asked wildly. He was wearing sailor's clothes, had wild, black, tousled hair and an eye patch. He was a real pirate.

The Sand Grain King and Björn were scared to death by the little pirate's appearance and slowly found their words again. "I'm sorry we just climbed onto the ship like that," said the little king, "but we saw it from the beach and were curious to know who was anchored here. Who are you and what are you doing here, if I may ask?" "I am the little pirate and I anchored here to look for my parrot Polly. When we sailed past the island, Polly got scared and flew away from me. You must know that Polly is a very fearful parrot. She is afraid of everything and now I can't find her. I've already searched the island with my telescope, but I haven't found her. I don't know what else to do. She's my best friend, and I'm worried about her being all alone." "I understand," said Björn to the little pirate , nodding in agreement. "We could help you look for your parrot if you like." "Oh, that would be wonderful, I would be very grateful," sighed the little pirate, "that would be a great help and together we would surely find Polly faster." The Sandgrain King climbed onto Björn's back and waved to the little pirate to come up too. Marla was to wait on the beach and keep an eye out to see if Polly would come back on her own.

With a jolt, the storm gull Björn rose into the air with its passengers. "Fly over the whole island, as low as possible, so we can see Polly in flight," the little king called to the gull. And off they went on a wild flight over the beaches, the little palm grove, the amber mountain, the Sand Grain King's sand castle, and Turtle Bay. They had flown over almost the entire island and still found no trace of the parrot when the little pirate pointed to a cave that opened up in front of them on the mountain. "Maybe she flew into the cave and is hiding there," he said, waving his arms wildly so that he almost slipped off Björn's back. The seagull prepared to land, kicking up fine sand and small pebbles. With a thud, they came to a stop on the beach, and the Sand Grain King and the little pirate slid off Björn's back onto the warm sand. "I don't know this cave," marveled the Sand Grain King, walking toward the large opening. "Let's see if we can find Polly inside." They walked, somewhat cautiously, to the large opening of the cave, and the little king took his sand shovel from his belt and held it in front of him like a sword. Better safe than sorry, they didn't know what awaited them in the cave. It was better to be prepared, as it could be the cave of a wild bear or other scary monsters. Bravely, they entered the cave. They didn't need light, as the cave was translucent due to the amber. The most beautiful colors from yellow to orange could be seen on the walls as they went deeper and deeper into the cave through the long tunnel. Suddenly, they heard a deafening cawing sound that was amplified by the tunnel. "That came from up ahead, it's Polly!" gasped the little pirate and began to run faster. He was now running down the tunnel and the little king was clearly having trouble keeping up. They arrived at a large cave at about the same time. It was the most beautiful thing the Sand Grain King had ever seen. The colors were dreamlike and flickered across the walls of the large cave. It was so big that you could only guess at its end, and it had many hidden niches. The two friends slowed down and marveled at the beauty of the cave when suddenly something fluttered towards them. "Polly, there you are," sighed the little pirate and hugged the parrot. "She must have flown into the cave out of fear and couldn't find her way out on her own," he said with relief.

The colorful parrot had perched on the little pirate's shoulder and was preening its feathers. Both looked very happy to have found each other again.

Even though the cave was beautiful, the friends set off on their way back, through the tunnel and out into the warm sunlight of the day, where Björn was still waiting. With a heave, the friends climbed onto Björn's back. Polly flew alongside Björn at the little pirate's side back to the beach, where Marla was still waiting in the waves. Together they flew and swam back to the pirate ship, which was still rocking in the waves of the sea. Once on deck, the Sand Grain King said to the little pirate, "It was a wonderful adventure with you today on Amber Island, and we are all glad that we were able to find Polly. It's good that you two are together again and won't let each other out of your sight. If you're ever in the area again, it would be nice if you stopped by to say hello. We would be delighted, and we always have time for friends." The little pirate nodded in agreement and shook his hand goodbye.

Back on land, Marla, Björn, and the little king watched as the pirate ship grew smaller and smaller on the horizon and finally disappeared completely. "That was a great adventure," said Björn. "Yes, and we've made two new friends again. It's been a really great day," said the Sand Grain King, saying goodbye to Marla and Björn to make his way home to his sandcastle. When he got home, he fell into bed with a jolt and fell asleep immediately with a smile on his lips.

The Sand Grain King and Mrs. Turtle's Treasure