Tommy the Turtle's Time Trial E-Book

Kelly Johnson

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

Seitenzahl: 79

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

In the heart of a vibrant jungle, excitement buzzes as animals gather for the annual Jungle Time Triala race celebrating not just speed but spirit, cleverness, and heart. Among the crowd is Tommy the Turtle, small and slow, but brimming with quiet determination. Though doubts cloud his mind and quicker animals dash ahead, Tommy begins to train, facing challenges with perseverance. As he watches others soar, leap, and race with ease, Tommy grapples with feelings of inadequacyuntil a wise old baboon helps him see that his true strength lies in patience, strategy, and an unshakable will. With the jungle teeming with life and the race on the horizon, Tommy sets out to prove that even the slowest can shine when they move with heart and purpose.

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Tommy the Turtle’s Time Trial

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: The Big Jungle Announcement

Chapter 2: Training Troubles

Chapter 3: The Mysterious Map

Chapter 4: Practice Runs and Surprises

Chapter 5: Friends Join In

Chapter 6: Race Day Begins

Chapter 7: The Fast and the Furious

Chapter 8: The Unexpected Challenge

Chapter 9: The Final Stretch

Chapter 10: The True Victory

Title: Tommy the Turtle’s Time Trial

Author: Kelly Johnson

Chapter 1: The Big Jungle Announcement

The jungle woke up with a buzz of excitement unlike any other morning. From the tallest kapok tree, where mist clung like delicate silk, to the smallest patch of moss glowing with dew, whispers and chatter fluttered through the air like a lively song. The birds’ morning calls carried an extra note of thrill, and even the usually quiet insects seemed to hum with anticipation. Today was not just any day—it was the day of the big announcement, the day when Professor Plume, the wise old parrot, would reveal what awaited all the animals in the days to come. Every creature, from the tiniest ant to the proudest jaguar, felt the pulse of excitement beating strong through the jungle’s heart.

Slowly and steadily, Tommy the Turtle emerged from his cozy shell, blinking against the dappled sunlight filtering through the thick canopy above. His fuzzy brown shell glistened with morning dew, and his round eyes reflected a mixture of curiosity and a little nervous hope. Tommy had heard the jungle’s buzz over the past few days—snippets of conversation about a race, a challenge of speed and skill, and the promise of glory. Though Tommy knew well he was far from the fastest animal in the jungle, his heart fluttered with a quiet excitement. What if this was his chance to show that even the slow and steady had a place in the grand adventure?

Taking his time, Tommy pushed off the soft earth with his sturdy legs and began the familiar trek along the winding jungle paths toward the Great Clearing. The path was alive with the vibrant colors and sounds of the jungle waking up. Overhead, bright parrots zipped from branch to branch, squawking lively greetings and fluttering their brilliant plumage. Mischievous monkeys swung from vines with agile grace, their chattering voices overlapping in bursts of laughter and playful teasing about the upcoming event. Along a sun-dappled log, a family of squirrels practiced their lightning-fast footwork, darting back and forth in preparation for the big day, their bushy tails flicking in eager excitement.

The jungle itself seemed to lean closer as Tommy passed beneath towering trees draped in curtains of flowering vines and blooming orchids. The scent of earth and blossoms mingled with the crisp freshness of morning air. Butterflies in every shade of the rainbow danced lazily from flower to flower, while a lazy river nearby murmured gently as it wound through the undergrowth.

When Tommy finally arrived at the Great Clearing, the sight that greeted him made his heart skip a beat. The clearing was already packed with animals of all shapes and sizes, gathered together like a living, breathing tapestry of jungle life. Sleek jaguars stretched their powerful legs on the edges of the crowd, their spotted coats gleaming like polished gemstones in the sunlight. Nimble frogs practiced graceful leaps near the water’s edge, their throaty croaks adding a lively rhythm to the scene. Tiny ants marched in neat, determined lines, their antennae twitching eagerly, as if ready to take on any challenge the day might bring.

High above, perched confidently atop a large, smooth stone, was Professor Plume himself. His feathers shimmered in the sunlight, a dazzling mix of emerald, sapphire, and ruby reds, catching every ray and scattering brilliant colors across the crowd. His sharp eyes sparkled with wisdom and warmth as he flapped his wings to draw everyone’s attention. With a deep, resonant voice that echoed through the trees, he began to speak:

“Welcome, friends of the jungle!” Professor Plume’s voice rang out, clear and commanding yet full of kindness. “The time has come for the annual Jungle Time Trial! A race unlike any other—a test not only of speed, but of smarts, spirit, and courage. Each year, we gather to celebrate the unique strengths we all bring and to challenge ourselves in new ways.”

The animals leaned in closer, their eyes wide with eagerness. Professor Plume continued, “This year, more than ever, we invite every creature to join—whether you run swift as the wind, leap high as the tallest tree, or move steady as the river’s flow. The Jungle Time Trial is a journey for all, where teamwork, heart, and cleverness shine as brightly as speed.”

Tommy listened, his pulse quickening beneath his shell. The jungle around him, so often noisy and wild, seemed to hush in reverent anticipation. Even the leaves seemed to pause in their rustling, as if every creature—feathered, furred, or scaled—was holding its breath. The warm breeze that usually tickled the treetops now felt electric with excitement.

This was more than a race. It was a celebration of the jungle’s spirit—a festival of motion, mind, and heart. It wasn’t about being the biggest or the fastest, but about rising to the challenge in your own way. Every animal had a chance to shine.

And for Tommy the Turtle, slow and steady as he was, that made all the difference in the world.

The moment Professor Plume’s final words echoed through the clearing, a ripple of energy swept over the crowd. The animals erupted into cheers, hoots, and happy howls. Birds soared into the air in spiraling dances, jaguars growled with playful excitement, frogs leapt in celebratory flips, and even the ants waved tiny leaves in formation. Paws clapped, wings flapped, claws tapped against bark and stone.

Tommy stayed where he was, wide-eyed and still, his shell tingling with nervous excitement. His eyes tracked the swirl of joyful chaos. Something inside him stirred—something brave and hopeful. Could this really be his moment?

Professor Plume, still perched proudly on his stone stage at the heart of the clearing, raised a wise, feathered wing to gather the crowd’s attention once more. His eyes, sharp and kind behind his round spectacles, swept across the assembly of animals, large and small. The murmurs and whispers hushed immediately, replaced by the expectant silence of a forest holding its breath. “This race,” Professor Plume began, his voice calm yet filled with weighty meaning, “is unlike any other you’ve ever experienced. It is not simply about running fast or outpacing your competitors. No, this challenge runs deeper.” He paused, letting the words settle like gentle rain on eager ears. “It is about knowing the jungle—not just the trails, but its heart and spirit. It’s about clever thinking when the path is unclear, about kind choices when the race tests your patience, and about a brave heart that keeps you moving forward when the way grows tough.”

He looked around, eyes gleaming with warmth and encouragement. “Whether you’re quick or steady, large or little, each of you holds a unique path to victory. This Jungle Time Trial welcomes you all—not just the swift or the strong, but every soul brave enough to try.”

Tommy’s breath caught in his chest. The words sank deep, swirling in his mind like a river gathering strength. Could this be it? Could this moment be the chance he’d been waiting for—the chance to finally show everyone who he really was? Not just the slow turtle who always seemed to arrive last, or the quiet one who watched others zip past on the trail. No. This was a chance to be Tommy the determined, Tommy the clever, Tommy the kind.

He slowly turned his head to look around the clearing, taking in the preparations of his fellow racers. Near the ripe mango grove, a lively group of monkeys had gathered. Their eyes sparkled with excitement as they swung from branch to branch, plotting daring routes through the treetops. Their long, flicking tails painted arcs through the air, reflecting their boundless energy and daring spirit.

Closer to the stream that babbled over smooth stones, a flock of brightly colored birds gathered in a flurry of chirps and chatter. With their beaks, they traced imaginary flight paths in the soft earth, practicing precise turns and swift maneuvers that only the sky could offer. The air around them buzzed with anticipation.

Further off, a pair of jaguars prowled back and forth, flexing their powerful muscles and pacing in wide, deliberate circles. Their sleek bodies rippled with strength, and their narrowed eyes shone with fierce focus, every movement calculated for speed and precision.

Even the elephants, majestic and gentle giants of the jungle, had begun their warm-ups. Despite their size, they moved with surprising grace, jogging slow laps around the outer ring of the clearing. With each heavy step, the ground rumbled softly, a steady drumbeat echoing through the jungle, adding to the chorus of excitement.