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.”
“A trade?” Harry offered. “A delicious, juicy, non-nut thing for the… uh… seat you’re sitting on?” harry hops auf schatzsuche
The frog looked up, annoyed. “No. You’re a stork. Storks eat frogs. You belong on the other side of the river. Shoo. ” His next stop was the giant oak tree
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.” You belong on the other side of the river
“Excuse me,” Harry whispered. “Do I belong here?”
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 hopped to the other side. And there, tucked in a crack in the stone, was a small, rusty key. “Of course!” he laughed. “Where I don’t belong! The frog was the clue!”