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Welcome to Gusti’s World
Gusti is the cheerful house mascot of Moar Gut – a white rooster with magical feathers and plenty of charm. He creates magical moments at the Family Nature Resort: in children’s theatre, stories and audio dramas, or as a cuddly companion to take home.
Pack your bags – many adventures await you
At Moar Gut, every day becomes a brand-new experience. To make sure you’re perfectly prepared, you’ll find everything you need for your adventure here – from a packing list and holiday calendar to your very own personal travel diary.
Plan your Gusti vacation
Here you will find a packing list with everything you need for your vacation with Gusti.
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How many days left?
Count down the days until your vacation with this printable calendar.
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“Dear diary…”
Capture your most memorable experiences at Moar Gut with Gusti's personal vacation diary.
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To marvel and explore: Gusti’s Audio Adventures
In Gusti’s audio stories, every moment becomes a little miracle - whether in the magic garden, beneath the apple tree, or on adventures with the twins Rosa and Toni. With exciting stories, cheerful music and lots of heart, Gusti and his friends accompany you throughout the year. Perfect for listening, dreaming, and enjoying again and again.
For Playing and Catching: Gusti’s Egg Hunt
Help Gusti on his joyful egg hunt! Catch as many eggs as you can - but be careful, not all of them are good! Only the right ones earn you points and make Gusti happy. Let the fun adventure begin! How many eggs will you catch?
Sing, Dance & Laugh Along - Your Gusti Songs!
Whether it’s a happy dance tune or a gentle lullaby, Gusti’s songs bring fun, movement and good vibes to your day. With their loving melodies, they are the perfect soundtrack for little adventurers.
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Gusti's Bedtime Story
Gusti and the Forgotten Dream
It was the middle of the night at the Moar Gut. Everyone was asleep. The cows breathed calmly, the pigs
snored softly in the straw, and a delicate touch of starlight lay over the farm. Only Gusti, the rooster,
was suddenly wide awake. He blinked, shook his feathers, and yawned. “I… I had such a beautiful
dream,” he whispered into the night. “But now… now it’s gone.” He looked around searchingly, as if the
dream might still be sitting somewhere between the hay or hiding behind the stable. “Maybe I can find
it again…” he said, checking every corner of the barn – but with no luck. Quietly, he slipped out, past the
sleeping alpacas Sven and Strizi, until he reached the bedroom window of Rosa and Toni, who were
once again spending their holiday at Moar Gut with their parents. He tapped gently on the window.
“Pssst… Rosa? Toni?” A soft rustling, then the window opened. Two sleepy heads peeked out. “Gusti?
What’s the matter?” mumbled Toni, rubbing his eyes. “I had a dream. A really wonderful one. But now
it’s just gone. I only remember… that I was flying. Or maybe swimming? Or… oh, I don’t know anymore!”
Rosa giggled softly. “Maybe there was a rainbow?” “Or chocolate on the apple tree?” asked Toni,
already a bit more awake. Gusti shook his head. “I really don’t know. But I’d love to dream it again.”
Then suddenly – a faint rustling in the distance.
All three turned their heads.
The magical apple tree –
far back at the edge of the meadow – began to move its branches, as if it were taking a deep breath.
drehten “Come on!” Gusti whispered excitedly. Together they ran across the grass. The night was
completely silent – only the fireflies accompanied them like tiny, dancing lights. An apple fell softly to
the ground. It rolled right in front of Gusti’s feet.
“Look! There’s… a picture inside!” And indeed: on the
shiny peel, reflected a scene straight out a movie.
A small, brave rooster – wearing a red cape – soared
high above the Moar Gut. He whirled through the skies, flew over barn and stable, saved a rabbit from
the wind, and landed on the apple tree like a true hero. “That was my dream! I was a Super-Rooster!”
Gusti exclaimed happily.
“I flew all over the farm and rescued all the animals!” Rosa yawned. “Then you
can go back to sleep now and… keep flying.”
Toni nodded. “Maybe you’ll have another adventure. With
dragon-pigs or a flying tractors!” Gusti chuckled. “Or a rainbow made of applesauce!” Then all three lay
down beneath the apple tree. Gusti snuggled into Rosa’s arm, closed his eyes – and no sooner had he
curled up than he was already on his way again: This time he flew through a storm of bubbles, rescued
the apple tree from a giant gust of wind – and was given, as a thank-you, a glowing golden feather
that was still stuck to his wing the next morning.Was it real?
Only the apple tree knew.
And Gusti.
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Gusti Discovers the Glitter River
It was a warm summer evening at the resort.
The sun hung low in the sky, casting golden stripes across
the meadows. The cows dozed in the shade of the old barn, the goats slowly chewed on fragrant grass,
and even the chickens had spread out their wings to soak up the last rays of sunlight. Rosa and Toni
had enjoyed a picnic – with strawberry jam sandwiches, apple juice, and homemade animal-shaped
Cookies.
Gusti sat on a branch above them, quietly clucking to himself. But while the children were .
already getting a little drowsy, Gusti – as always – was curious “I just saw something sparkling in the
forest!” he suddenly said excitedly, fluttering down to the ground.
“Sparkling? In the forest?” Rosa
asked, sitting up.
“Yes! Right behind the old barn. Come with me!” And so, they set off.
Gusti waddled
grass that tickled their feet, and finally came to a place where hardly anyone ever went. The sun grew
softer, the light more golden, and a few dragonflies hummed above the meadow. Then they heard a
gentle splashing – a brook! But not just any brook.
The water sparkled in every color – gold, turquoise,
rosé, silver…
It was as if someone had poured liquid starlight into it. “Wow…” whispered Toni. “What is
that?”
“I’ve never seen water like this!” cried Rosa, crouching down. “That… is the Glitter Stream,” came
a calm, gentle voice from the trees. They looked up – and there sat Emma, the wise owl. Her feathers
gleamed almost as brightly as the water. “Only at sunset does it show its shimmering water,” she said
mysteriously.
“It flows right beneath the old apple tree – the place where dreams grow.” Gusti stepped
closer to the water. It was so clear he could see all the way to the bottom – and what he saw there left
him amazed.
In the water, not only his own reflection appeared.
But also all his friends: Rosa and Toni,
Hanni the sheep, Zilli the goat, even Emma sitting high up in the tree.
And behind them: the apple tree,
glowing and heavy with golden fruit. “I think… this brook shows us what we love most,” whispered
Rosa, as she took Toni’s hand. Gusti smiled.
“Then this is just right.” The children sat down by the bank,
Gusti nestled between them. They said nothing more – they simply watched the water glisten, as
dragonflies danced across it and the sun slowly disappeared behind the hill. When everything grew
quiet, Toni yawned.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful.”
“Nature shows its wonders,”
whispered Emma, “to those who are ready to look.” And so, they quietly walked back to the hotel, the
Glitter Stream still in their thoughts – a small, hidden place of magic, found only by those curious
enough to follow it. And Gusti? That night he fell asleep fast – with the feeling that every day holds a
new adventure. Especially when you truly see nature.
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Gusti and the Friendship Path
It was a quiet afternoon at the Moar Gut.
The sun shone warmly from the sky, but in Toni’s heart
everything felt a little gray. He sat silently on the old wooden bench in front of the stable, his shoulders
drooping, holding a small, crumpled paper airplane in his hands. His best friend, Leo, had left that
morning. For two weeks they had played together every single day – tumbling in the hay, riding the
ponies, building secret hideouts… Gusti, the rooster, was scratching in the gravel nearby, glancing over
at Toni repeatedly. Finally, he waddled straight up to him, pecked lightly at Toni’s leg, and said:
“Hey, you
look like you’ve swallowed a worm – and not a good one.” Toni gave a weak smile. “I miss Leo. Now
everything is boring.” Gusti puffed up his feathers and put on a serious face. “Then it’s time for a little
trip,” he said mysteriously.
“I know a special path. One that helps against sadness.” Curious, though still
a little quiet, Toni stood up. Together they set off – past the stable, across the flower meadow, and into
the small forest at the edge of the resort. The ground was soft beneath their feet, and sunbeams
glimmered golden through the leaves.
“This is the Friendship Path,” Gusti whispered.
“It shows you that
memories stay and friendship never truly disappears.” After a few steps, they stopped. A small heart
made of twigs and daisies hung from an old tree drunk. “Oh!” Toni exclaimed in surprise. “Rosa and I
made that once for Leo! He was sad – and we wanted to cheer him up.” Gusti nodded with satisfaction.
“See? Friendship grows everywhere.” A little further on, they discovered hoofprints in the soft forest
soil.
“That was our last ride with Snowflake and Naomi. We had a race!” Toni remembered, giggling.
“Leo
almost fell off his horse because he laughed so hard.” Slowly, Toni’s heart felt a little lighter. They
walked on until they reached a small clearing.
There it was – almost hidden under moss:
the Friendship
Stone. Toni bent down and carefully brushed it off.
The flat stone was brightly painted – on one side a
smiling face, on the other, in wobbly children’s handwriting: “Best Friends – Leo & Toni.”“We hid it here
when we promised each other we’d always stay friends. Even if we live far apart.”Gusti looked at him
with soft eyes.
“Sometimes,” he said quietly, “you just need to remember that friendship stays – even
if you don’t see each other every day.” Toni stroked the stone and smiled.
Then he sat down in the
grass, and Gusti nestled beside him.
Together they gazed up at the sky, where a few clouds drifted by
like sailing ships. “You’re my friend too, Gusti,” Toni said at last. “...and Rosa is still here as well.”
“Of
course!” clucked Gusti proudly. “And I’m actually very good at cheering up. I even have a comfort
feather!” He plucked a particularly fluffy little feather from his belly and placed it in Toni’s hand.
“For
bringing back your smile,” he said. Toni held it close to his chest. And so, they lay there – surrounded by
moss, memories, and birdsong – and the gray in Toni’s heart gave way to a warm, bright feeling.
The
feeling that friendship doesn’t end when someone leaves.
It stays. Quiet, strong, and always ready to
shine again.
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Get Creative with Gusti
Whether it’s coloring pages or fun craft ideas - things are always exciting with Gusti. Grab your pencils, scissors and glue and create your own little works of art inspired by Gusti’s world. Perfect for rainy days, birthday parties or just for fun.
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Gusti coloring pages
Make Gusti's world colorful! Here you will find great coloring pages to print out and color in.
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Crafting with Gusti
Scissors, glue, let's go! With Gusti's craft templates, you can get creative and design your own creations.
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Meet Gusti - Live and in Color
Gusti’s world is full of color! Here you’ll find joyful pictures of Gusti playing, dancing and discovering - straight from Moar Gut. Whether on stage or off on adventures in the great outdoors, every moment is a snapshot full of joy.
