The badger yawned. “This is my dinner table. My crock of nuts. Go find your own tree.”
The badger sniffed the apple. His eyes widened. He had eaten nothing but nuts for a week. He grabbed the apple, tucked the crock under his arm, and waddled down the tree, grumbling happily. harry hops auf schatzsuche
With a trembling beak, he opened the little chest. Inside, there was no gold. No jewels. No silver coins. The badger yawned
He stuffed the map into his satchel (an old sock he wore across his chest) and set off. His first clue was at the old stone bridge. The map read: “Where the water sings a sleepy song, the first key lies where you don’t belong.” tucked the crock under his arm
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