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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.

With a trembling beak, he opened the little chest. Inside, there was no gold. No jewels. No silver coins. 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. The badger sniffed the apple

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. He grabbed the apple, tucked the crock under