When a young boy loses his glasses at the park, a wise and friendly kookaburra named Kooka flies down to help. Through a gentle and deeply moving conversation about loss, memories, and the people we love, the boy discovers a beautiful secret about keeping his late grandfather close forever. This heartwarming, wordless picture book beautifully explores grief, remembrance, and the enduring power of love for young readers.
High up in the branches of a grand, sweeping eucalyptus tree, a cheerful kookaburra watches the sun-drenched park below. Children are running, swinging, and laughing together on the green grass, completely unaware of the watchful bird above.
Beneath the shade of the big gum tree, a young boy sits all by himself on a wooden park bench. His shoulders are slumped, his head is buried in his hands, and big, heavy tears begin to roll down his cheeks.
With a gentle flutter of wings, the kind-hearted kookaburra glides down from his high perch and lands softly on the bench right beside the crying boy. The bird tilts his head curiously, looking at the boy with warm, empathetic eyes as if asking what is wrong.
The boy looks up, wiping a tear from his eye, and speaks to the friendly bird while gesturing to the ground around him. The kookaburra offers a comforting, gentle expression, listening intently to the boy's troubles about his missing glasses.
The boy gestures with an open, empty hand, his face clouded with a deeper sadness as he speaks of bigger losses that feel gone forever. The kookaburra listens with deep understanding, leaning closer to offer a sense of quiet comfort and companionship.
The kookaburra gently taps his own chest right over his heart, sharing a beautiful secret with the young boy. The boy looks puzzled, tilting his head as he tries to understand how something lost can ever be found inside of him.
As the wise bird explains the magic of memories, a warm, golden light seems to softly envelop the scene. The boy gazes into the distance, imagining a sweet, cherished moment of a warm hug from his beloved, smiling grandfather.
Suddenly, a spark of realization lights up the boy's face as he remembers a special habit of his grandfather's. He eagerly slaps his hand against his jacket pocket, his eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and pure joy.
With a bright, triumphant smile, the boy pulls his missing glasses safely out of his pocket and puts them on. He beams at the kookaburra, feeling a deep, comforting warmth in his heart, knowing his grandfather is always with him.
The kookaburra spreads his wings and takes flight back up into the golden afternoon sky, letting out a loud, joyous, echoing laugh. Down below, another park visitor hears the beautiful sound and smiles, fondly remembering a dear friend they carry in their own heart.
Design a childrens picture book, no text, based on the following story. A kookaburra sat in a big gum tree at the park, watching the children laughing and playing. He saw a boy by himself, beginning to cry. He flew down and sat next to the boy. “What’s wrong?” he asked. “I’ve lost my glasses, and I can’t find them,” said the boy. The kookaburra smiled at the boy. “Losing things is hard, but some things we lose we can find again. If you think really, really hard, you might remember where you put your glasses. My name is Kooka, and I can help you”. The boy smiled at Kooka and said, “But some things we lose are gone forever”. “That’s right, some things are gone forever” said Kooka. “Like when we lose people we love” the boy said. “Sometimes people die, and they are gone away forever, like my Pop. It’s sad when we can’t see them anymore”. “That’s true” said Kooka. “But I’ll tell you a secret. When you lose somebody you love, they are never really lost forever. We just find them in a different way”. “What do you mean?” said the boy. “You can’t find somebody that’s not here anymore. That’s impossible”. Kooka thought for a minute. “Well…. when we remember things, it’s called a memory. We can’t give people we love a hug anymore when they die, but every time we think of them or remember times we spent together, they will always have a home in our heart. Our memories will keep them here with us forever and ever. So, they are never really lost when they are safe in our heart”. The boy sat and thought for a moment. “Memories…. Well, I remember when I lost my tooth, and my Pop wrapped it up for me and put it in my pocket to keep it safe and MY POCKET! I put my glasses in my pocket. I remembered! I put them there to keep them safe while I was at the park”. The boy smiled, happy that he found what he had lost and happy that his memories would keep his Pop in his heart forever. Kooka smiled, said goodbye to the boy, and flew back to his tree. He remembered the people he kept in his heart. He laughed his big laugh. And somewhere nearby, somebody heard that kookaburra laugh, and they smiled because they remembered a friend they had lost. A friend with a big laugh, who now lives in their memory and heart forever and ever.
