Harry Hops Auf Schatzsuche Now

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.

“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

“The guard with a mighty crock!” Harry whispered. “Um, hello, sir. I need what’s under you.” Harry hopped under the bridge

Harry fit the rusty key into the lock. Click! the new friends you annoyed