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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.

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.” harry hops auf schatzsuche

“I need an adventure,” he announced to his reflection in the millpond. “Something with maps! And danger! And glittering treasure at the end!” Harry hopped under the bridge

“A trade?” Harry offered. “A delicious, juicy, non-nut thing for the… uh… seat you’re sitting on?” His next stop was the giant oak tree

Just then, a rusty tin can, carried by the wind, clattered onto the bank. Tied to it with a piece of red string was a soggy, wrinkled leaf. Harry unfolded it with his beak. On it, a shaky, claw-drawn map showed the mill, the old stone bridge, the giant oak tree, and a big, bold marked right on the edge of the Whispering Woods.