The little girl navigated through the hallways, turning the map this way and that. She felt like a real explorer. The trail led her past the living room, up the stairs, and down the corridor.
Finally, she stopped. The map led to a specific door.
“It’s in my room!” she shouted.
She burst into her bedroom, looking around wildly. She expected to see a box sitting on her bed or under her desk. But there was nothing. The room looked exactly the same as it always did.
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She looked at the map again. The “X” was clearly marked on one side of the room. She walked over to the wall and stared at it.
It was just a plain, painted wall.
“Is it behind the wall?” she asked, confused.
Her dad walked up and knocked on the drywall. Thump. Thump. It sounded hollow.
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