Hops Auf Schatzsuche 'link': Harry

He tucked the feather safely in his satchel next to the map. He didn’t need to make a wish. He already had his treasure: the thrill of the hunt, the taste of adventure, and a family secret that would last a lifetime.

Harry thought for a moment. He wasn’t strong, and he couldn’t fight a badger. But he was clever. He reached into his satchel and pulled out a shiny red apple he’d saved for lunch. harry hops auf schatzsuche

With a trembling beak, he opened the little chest. Inside, there was no gold. No jewels. No silver coins. He tucked the feather safely in his satchel next to the map

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. Harry thought for a moment

Harry fit the rusty key into the lock. Click!

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.”