Hops Auf Schatzsuche — Harry

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.

The frog looked up, annoyed. “No. You’re a stork. Storks eat frogs. You belong on the other side of the river. Shoo. ” harry hops auf schatzsuche

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

The badger yawned. “This is my dinner table. My crock of nuts. Go find your own tree.” He grabbed the apple, tucked the crock under

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, a cheerful but slightly clumsy stork with a nest on the chimney of an old mill, was bored. The summer sun was warm, the fish were plentiful, but a deep, rumbling stillness had settled over his daily life.

Harry fit the rusty key into the lock. Click!