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His next stop was the giant oak tree. The map said: “The tallest lookout holds the lock, but beware the guard with a mighty crock.”

“Excuse me,” Harry whispered. “Do I belong here?” harry hops auf schatzsuche

The badger yawned. “This is my dinner table. My crock of nuts. Go find your own tree.” His next stop was the giant oak tree

“Dear Treasure Hunter, The real treasure is the adventure you just had. The cleverness you used, the new friends you annoyed, and the story you now carry in your heart. But since that’s not very shiny, here is a feather that will grant you one wish. Use it wisely. P.S. The feather came from me. I’m your great-great-grandfather, Harry Hops the First. I was a treasure hunter, too.” “This is my dinner table

Harry hopped under the bridge. He didn’t see a key. He saw a grumpy frog sitting on a lily pad, reading a tiny book.