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- Herausgeber: Kelly Johnson
- Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
- Sprache: Englisch
Vinnie, a young vulture who loves the freedom of soaring above his peaceful valley, begins his morning flight by admiring the vibrant world belowsparkling streams, lively forests, and bustling animalswhen something unusual catches his sharp eyes: a distant mountain hes never noticed before, sending a thin ribbon of smoke spiraling into the sky. Filled with curiosity, excitement, and a spark of nervous courage, Vinnie wonders if it might be a volcano and imagines all the strange plants, creatures, and secrets that could exist on its fiery slopes. Unable to resist the call of adventure, he leaves the comfort of his valley behind, follows the warm currents toward the smoke, and begins a bold journey toward the mysterious mountainunaware of the wonders, dangers, and new friends that await him.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025
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Vinnie the Vulture Visits the Volcano
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: Vinnie Spots Smoke
Chapter 2: Preparing for the Journey
Chapter 3: Through the Jungle
Chapter 4: Crossing the River
Chapter 5: Climbing the Volcano
Chapter 6: The Misty Summit
Chapter 7: Meeting the Lava Lizards
Chapter 8: A Sudden Surprise
Chapter 9: Watching the Sunset
Chapter 10: Returning Home
Vinnie the Vulture Visits the Volcano
By: Kelly Johnson
Chapter 1: Vinnie Spots Smoke
Vinnie, a young vulture with glossy black feathers that shimmered like polished onyx in the morning sun, stretched his wings wide and caught the first warm currents of air as he soared over the valley. The sky was a brilliant blue, streaked with wisps of white clouds that drifted lazily across the horizon, and the morning was crisp, carrying the scents of wildflowers mingled with the earthy aroma of damp soil, the faint tang of dewy grass, and the whisper of water from distant streams. Each inhalation felt like drinking in the essence of the world itself—fresh, alive, and endless in possibility. Vinnie tilted his wings, feeling the wind lift him higher, and let out a soft trill of delight, a song of pure joy that echoed faintly across the hills. Mornings like this reminded him why he loved to fly so fiercely: the freedom, the endless horizon, and the thrill of discovering what lay beyond the familiar.
Below him, the valley unfolded like a living map, a vibrant tapestry of colors and movement. Meadows glowed with dew-laden grasses that sparkled like tiny diamonds, and the forests rose in dark, leafy waves, their branches swaying gently as if sharing secrets with the wind. Streams glimmered as they curved through the land like molten silver, sunlight dancing on their ripples. Every detail seemed alive. Tiny creatures moved among the foliage—creatures most would overlook—but Vinnie’s keen eyes caught every motion. A squirrel darted across a tree limb, tail flicking with impeccable precision as it leapt to another branch. A family of deer grazed in a sunlit clearing, ears swiveling independently as they listened to the forest’s soft symphony of rustling leaves, distant bird calls, and murmuring streams. Rabbits peeked cautiously from thick clover patches, noses quivering as they sampled the scents of the morning. Even a pair of fox kits frolicked near the forest edge, their rust-colored fur blending with the earth as they tumbled in playful chases, pausing occasionally to sniff the air before darting off again.
Vinnie dipped lower, weaving through the air currents with ease, letting the warm gusts lift him in gentle spirals. He could see the patterns of life below—the way birds flitted between trees in sudden bursts of color, how insects hovered near flowers, and how the sunlight fell in golden shafts that seemed almost tangible, bathing the valley in magic. His mind swirled with possibilities: Which path should he explore today? Which hidden corners of the valley held secrets he had never noticed? The thought sent a shiver of excitement through his feathers, wings twitching in anticipation.
As he glided higher again, his eyes caught sight of the distant mountain, a peak he had never noticed before. From this distance, a thin wisp of smoke curled lazily into the sky, twisting and turning like a ribbon, almost alive in its slow, deliberate motion. Vinnie’s heart skipped a beat, his curiosity ignited. A volcano? Could it really be? The idea thrilled him, a pulse of adventure racing through his veins. He imagined the mysteries that might lie beyond the familiar rivers and hills—the creatures, the glowing rocks, the strange plants. Each thought made his wings beat faster, his talons curl with anticipation, and a soft, eager chirp escaped his beak, carried by the morning breeze.
Even as he soared, Vinnie felt the valley beneath him with all its quiet, intricate life, knowing that when he returned, it would still be there—teeming, familiar, and waiting. But for now, the mountain called him. Its distant smoke promised adventure, challenge, and discovery, and with a joyful flap, Vinnie angled his wings toward the unknown, letting the warm currents lift him higher, toward the start of a journey that would change him forever.
Vinnie banked gently to the left, riding a warm thermal that lifted him higher, and the valley below seemed to stretch on forever. The river wound like a lazy silver serpent through the hills, catching the sunlight in glimmering arcs that sparkled like scattered jewels. He could see tiny waterfalls tumbling over rocks in hidden glens, their spray catching the light in delicate rainbows. Patches of wildflowers bloomed in clusters of red, blue, yellow, and purple, and the buzzing of bees and the fluttering of butterflies added a subtle, lively rhythm to the quiet symphony of the valley.
As he glided, Vinnie’s eyes followed the movements of birds far below. A pair of songbirds flitted from branch to branch, chirping in perfect harmony, while a heron waded gracefully along the riverbank, its long legs skimming the shallow water. He could even spot tiny fish flicking beneath the river’s surface, shimmering like living shards of glass. From above, the world seemed infinite, full of hidden corners, secret trails, and tiny adventures waiting to be found.
Vinnie let out a soft trill of delight, the sound carried on the morning breeze. The rush of air beneath his wings filled him with pure joy, and for a moment, the entire valley seemed to hold its breath, as if watching him soar. This was why he loved flying—not just the freedom of movement, or the endless horizon, but the sense that the world was alive with possibilities. Every tree could hide a story, every ripple of water a secret, every gust of wind a message waiting to be heard. And today, with the sun rising higher and the valley gleaming beneath him, Vinnie felt a spark of curiosity and courage that made his heart beat faster. Something new awaited him somewhere on the horizon, he just knew it, and he couldn’t wait to discover it.
