Harry Hops Auf Schatzsuche -

The badger yawned. “This is my dinner table. My crock of nuts. Go find your own tree.”

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 hops auf schatzsuche

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. The badger yawned

“Excuse me,” Harry whispered. “Do I belong here?” the fish were plentiful