Zeke the Zebra Zooms to the Zoo E-Book

Kelly Johnson

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

Seitenzahl: 87

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

Zeke the Zebra, distinguished by his unique swirling stripes, wakes one morning filled with curiosity and a longing for adventure beyond his familiar savanna home. Captivated by stories of the zooa magical place where animals from all over the world live togetherZeke decides to embark on a journey to discover it for himself. Packing a thoughtful backpack with essentials and a special map, he sets off with the encouragement of his friends, eager to explore new lands, meet new creatures, and experience the wonders that await beyond the horizon. As he ventures into mysterious forests and follows winding paths, Zekes heart races with excitement, ready to embrace the adventure and the friendships that lie ahead.

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Zeke the Zebra Zooms to the Zoo

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: Zeke’s Curious Stripes

Chapter 2: Packing the Perfect Backpack

Chapter 3: The Winding Forest Path

Chapter 4: Crossing the Shimmering Stream

Chapter 5: The Mountain Climb Surprise

Chapter 6: The Zoo Gates at Last

Chapter 7: Making New Friends

Chapter 8: The Great Zoo Adventure

Chapter 9: A Special Zebra Show

Chapter 10: Heading Home with a Happy Heart

Title: Zeke the Zebra Zooms to the Zoo

Author: Kelly Johnson

Chapter 1: Zeke’s Curious Stripes

As the first gentle light of morning stretched slowly and softly across the vast, golden savanna, Zeke the Zebra blinked open his big, curious brown eyes. The early sun was just beginning to climb the sky, casting long, delicate stripes of light and shadow that danced playfully across the tall, whispering grass. The air was cool and fresh, filled with the faint scent of earth and blooming wildflowers, and the soft rustle of leaves stirred by a gentle breeze. It was a brand new day, full of promise and wonder.

But Zeke was no ordinary zebra. His black-and-white stripes were more than just beautiful patterns — they were bold and bright, twisting and swirling in unique shapes that seemed almost alive. Each stripe curled and curved like a secret map, etched carefully by nature itself, revealing hidden paths and stories that only Zeke could understand. Today, as the morning sun caught on his glossy coat, his stripes shimmered with a curious kind of magic, as if they were quietly whispering secrets about faraway places — lands beyond the rolling hills and acacia trees that had always been his world.

Zeke stretched his long, slender legs with a satisfied yawn, feeling the soft earth beneath his hooves. He shook his fluffy mane, sending tiny droplets of dew sparkling into the air. A flutter of excitement tickled in his belly — a buzzing, tingling feeling that made him want to run and explore and discover everything the world had to offer. Lately, his thoughts had been drifting farther than ever before, to places he’d never been but had only dreamed about. He wondered what lay beyond the wide plains and shimmering grasses he knew so well.

“What’s out there?” he thought, his eyes bright with wonder. “What other animals live beyond the horizon? What sounds fill the air in far-off places? What new adventures and surprises wait just beyond my sight?”

His imagination blossomed like the wildflowers at his feet. He pictured towering elephants playfully splashing in muddy ponds, their great trunks swirling water high into the air. He imagined graceful giraffes with their long necks reaching up, nibbling juicy leaves from the tallest trees. He saw colorful parrots fluttering through the sky, their feathers glittering with every shade of the rainbow, calling out joyful songs.

But more than anything else, Zeke dreamed of a special place he had heard whispered about in stories — a magical place called the zoo. It was a wonderful home where animals from all corners of the world lived together side by side. The traveling birds who often visited his herd would tell tales of the zoo’s tall, grand gates made of shining iron, the smooth, winding paths that sparkled under the sun, and the sparkling fountains that danced with water like tiny rainbows in the breeze.

Zeke imagined the zoo as a place full of laughter and friendship, where creatures great and small shared stories and games, and every day was filled with discovery and fun. His heart swelled with longing and excitement. Could he, too, one day visit that magical place? Could he meet those animals from faraway lands and hear their stories firsthand?

With a soft neigh of determination, Zeke shook off the last bits of sleep and stepped forward into the morning light. Today, something felt different — the world seemed larger, the air sweeter, and his stripes, those secret maps on his coat, seemed to be calling him toward adventure. And so, with the sun rising higher and his heart pounding with hope, Zeke the Zebra set his eyes on the horizon, ready to begin a journey that would take him far beyond the savanna he called home.

With a little wiggle of his tail and a hopeful nicker that tickled the morning air, Zeke made a decision. Not just any decision. A big one. A heart-thumping, hoof-stomping, dream-chasing kind of decision. Today wasn’t going to be just another lazy day beneath the acacia trees. No, today was something far more exciting. Today was the day he dared to dream bigger than he ever had before — the day he dreamed of visiting the zoo.

The word itself felt magical on his tongue — zoo. A place where animals from across oceans and deserts and rainforests all lived together in harmony. A place where stories from the world whispered through the trees and echoed in laughter. Zeke didn’t know exactly where the zoo was or how long it would take to get there, but something deep inside his striped chest told him it was time to find out.

He padded softly through the tall grasses, his hooves barely making a sound, until he reached a small, familiar watering hole tucked beneath a fan of leafy palms. The surface of the water was smooth and still, like a mirror made from melted moonlight. Zeke leaned in, and there he saw it — his own reflection looking back with wide, wondering eyes. His bold black-and-white stripes shimmered in the light, curving across his coat like winding trails on an old map.

He blinked at himself, then whispered to the water, “You’re ready for an adventure, Zeke. You’re not just any zebra. You’re a zebra with a curious heart.”

The breeze rustled through the grasses, carrying with it the scent of wildflowers and warm earth, and the distant sound of rustling leaves. From a nearby bush, a band of playful meerkats popped up their tiny heads, chirping and tumbling over each other like giggling shadows. Zeke’s ears perked, and a smile tugged at his lips. The world around him felt alive with possibilities, and his heart fluttered with excitement.

He turned his eyes toward the horizon, where the sky stretched wide and endless and full of color. Puffy clouds floated like sleepy pillows above the distant hills, and somewhere beyond those hills, Zeke believed, the zoo was waiting. His hooves shifted on the earth. He could almost hear it now — the cheerful trumpeting of elephants, the playful chatter of monkeys swinging through the trees, the bright squawks of parrots painting the air with song.

With the sun climbing steadily above, pouring golden light over the savanna, Zeke settled into a soft patch of grass and let his dreams run wild. He closed his eyes, letting his imagination take the lead. In his mind, he saw a grand entrance with tall gates that gleamed like polished stone. He pictured winding pathways lined with colorful flowers, fountains that sparkled in the sunlight, and animals of every size and shape sharing stories and laughter under shady trees.

He imagined making new friends — maybe a monkey who loved to joke and juggle fruit, or a wise old tortoise who told tales of faraway lands. He saw zebras with different patterns than his, and maybe one who liked to draw with their hooves in the dirt or dance under the moonlight.

Zeke chuckled to himself softly. “There’s so much to see, so much to learn,” he murmured, his voice full of wonder. “And I want to see it all.”

In that quiet, sun-dappled moment, Zeke the Zebra knew something for sure — something so clear and strong that it made his hooves itch to move and his heart swell with courage. He wasn’t meant to stay in just one patch of grass, no matter how lovely it was. His stripes weren’t just patterns — they were paths, winding and wild, meant to lead him somewhere new.

And so, as the sun beamed down and the world hummed softly around him, Zeke lifted his head and made a promise to himself: he would leave the grassy plains behind. He would follow the trails and whispers and dreams. He would zoom toward the zoo — toward his biggest, brightest, most beautiful adventure yet.

Chapter 2: Packing the Perfect Backpack Zeke woke up early the next morning, even before the birds had started their morning songs. The sky above was still painted in soft shades of pink and lavender, as if the sun were shyly peeking over the edge of the world. A gentle breeze rustled the grasses, and the first light of day shimmered across the savanna like a hush before a grand beginning.

Today was the day.

The day he had dreamed about, whispered to his reflection at the watering hole, and imagined with every beat of his curious heart. Today was the day he would begin his great adventure to the zoo! But before he could take even one step toward the wide, wonderful unknown, there was something very important he needed to do: pack the perfect backpack.

Zeke trotted eagerly across the clearing to the sturdy acacia tree with the low-hanging branch where, just the day before, he had discovered a cozy, handwoven pouch nestled in a hollow trunk. It wasn’t very big—just big enough to carry what mattered most. Its soft sides were made from dried grass and wildflower fibers, with a flap fastened by a twist of vine. A small button carved from a smooth pebble held it shut. It was just right for a young zebra on the move.

He gave it a gentle pat with his hoof. “You and me, backpack,” he said with a grin. “We’ve got a long way to go.”