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

“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.” harry hops auf schatzsuche

“A trade?” Harry offered. “A delicious, juicy, non-nut thing for the… uh… seat you’re sitting on?” “I need an adventure,” he announced to his

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. And glittering treasure at the end

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.”