Harry Hops Auf — Schatzsuche ~repack~

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.

Harry fit the rusty key into the lock. Click! harry hops auf schatzsuche

And as he hopped all the way home, he couldn’t wait to be bored again. Because you never know when a rusty tin can might blow your way. Harry hopped under the bridge

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 fit the rusty key into the lock

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.”