The trunk was full of odds and ends. But as she reached the bottom, her fingers brushed against a piece of paper that felt different. It was old, stained with “tea” to look ancient, and wrinkled.
She pulled it out and unfolded it. Her eyes went wide.
“It’s a treasure map!” she gasped.
The map was drawn in detail, with squiggly lines, landmarks, and a big “X” marking the spot. But as she looked closer, the shapes began to look familiar.
“Wait… this looks like the kitchen,” she said, pointing to a square on the paper. “And these are the stairs!”
She realized with a jolt of excitement that this wasn’t a map of a fantasy island. It was a map of her own house.
She grabbed the map and ran into the hallway, her father trailing behind with the camera. The hunt was on.
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