Where Stories Come Alive
Magical animated adventures for young explorers
We make animated films that are silly enough for children and clever enough for the adults stuck watching them for the fourteenth time this week.
At Bimzala Studio, we believe the best stories are the ones where a badger can be a hero, an owl can be wrong about something (but will never admit it), and a dragonfly can make a dramatic entrance into literally every scene.
Our adventures are designed for brave explorers aged 4 to 10 — the kind of people who still believe in magic, think mud is an acceptable fashion choice, and know that the most important meal of the day is the snack between second breakfast and lunch.
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Follow five unlikely friends through a magical meadow where every rustling leaf holds a secret and every adventure teaches something wonderful — usually by accident.
Three storybooks. Forty-five spreads each. One quietly magical meadow.
One slow sunlit day, Pippa, Bram and Fern set out to find the smallest things they can find — a single seed, a piece of pale blue eggshell, a dewdrop with a whole sky inside it. The pilot of the Whispering Meadow series.
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At nightfall, Pippa sees a soft blue-green light pulsing far away on the horizon. The three friends set out through the silver meadow, past sleeping Cleo, past wide-awake Ollie, into the Bramble Tunnel and through Brambleton Wood, all the way to Misty Pond — where the most beautiful thing they have ever seen is waiting.
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A folded leaf in the bark of the Old Oak. Inside, a single line: "Your morning singing is too loud." The five friends spend a day trying to be quieter, asking the bees and the wind and the snail — and finally discover Hazel, a small new hedgehog neighbour with a very polite complaint and exactly no friends. By evening, that has changed.
Coming soon to AmazonSix friends. One meadow. Absolutely no idea what they're doing.
The noticer of the meadow. Pippa's nose twitches when something matters — and it twitches a lot. She is the first to spot the seed, the first to see the light, the first to ask "should we go and see?"
Wide round eyes, important feathers, and a fact about absolutely everything. Ollie sits on his stump beside the Old Oak — wide awake at night, slightly puffed when he speaks, sleepy but kind at dawn. He knows what he knows, and he is willing to tell you.
Quiet, observant, dignified. Fern wakes up without telling anyone — by the time you notice she is awake, she has been awake for some time. She rarely speaks out loud. Her eyes do most of the work.
The steadiest creature in the meadow. Bram thinks before he speaks, then speaks slowly. His eyes go half-closed when he is thinking — which is often. He carries a small private smile that almost never leaves him, and he never, ever quickens his pace.
Iridescent, theatrical, and incapable of a quiet entrance. Cleo announces herself with "Ta-DAA!" — usually arriving in a long looping zip over the stream. She sees the world from above and believes every single day deserves a spectacular arrival.
The newest arrival. Hazel moved in under the Old Oak a few weeks ago, sleeps through the day (because hedgehogs do), and writes in a leaf-diary in the evenings. She writes the politest complaints in the meadow — which is how the friends first found her.