Lou-Anne’s own library, full of friends who are always up to something.
Meet the friends52 stories
In the wide, golden plains of the African Savannah, Lou-Anne and her animal friends spent their days exploring, playing, and caring for the land they loved so much. The Savannah was more than just a...
In the golden light of another bright morning, Lou-Anne and her Savannah friends gathered under the spreading branches of the old baobab tree. M’Pofo the gentle elephant was munching leaves,...
M’Pofo was enjoying his weekend with his cousin Dassie. They had visited the giraffes, where Dassie helped find the missing mirror. This morning they were going on a walk with their friend...
It had been a whole month since the first Great Painting Event. All across the Savannah and the bordering jungle, everyone was talking about colours and creativity. Painted rocks had popped up...
The morning sun was rising over the Savannah when Lou-Anne ran up to her friends under the marula tree, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She held up a flyer she had found at Omi and Opi’s...
One morning, as the Savannah glowed in the golden light, Lou-Anne sat under the marula tree, sketching Marmalade. Vakawu swung down with a bright idea. “Friends,” he said, waving his arms,...
The air was cooler on the Savannah that evening, and the sunset painted the sky in deep gold and purple. Lou-Anne sat beneath the baobab tree, carving a pumpkin that Omi had grown for her special...
The Savannah felt different that morning. The air was cool and crisp, the grass glittered with dew, and somewhere far away, bells chimed softly in the breeze. Lou-Anne pulled her scarf tighter...
The late afternoon sun shimmered across the lake as Lou-Anne and Omi sat side by side on the wooden bench outside Omi and Opi’s house. The water was calm, dotted with little ripples where fish...
It all started when Lou-Anne received a very official-looking envelope from the local high school. “Special Invitation,” she read aloud under the marula tree. “Physics Discovery Day....
The morning began with a delicious smell drifting across the Savannah. Lou-Anne sat up at once. “Do you smell that?” Marmalade, who had been asleep in a neat orange curl, lifted his head...
One bright afternoon, Lou-Anne was sitting under the marula tree, drawing swirls in the dust with a stick, when her tummy made a loud, grumbly sound. Marmalade, stretched out beside her in a warm...