"Maybe it's a woodpecker."
Carl and Rapunzel were interrupted in their silent meditation da the sound of something knocking on the door. “Huh?” Carl sat up and stared at the front door. He and his daughter looked at one another, quizzically.
“Maybe it’s a woodpecker,” Rapunzel suggested.
Carl got to his feet and shuffled the door. He got the shock of his life when he opened it and saw Russell, the young Wilderness Explorer from the giorno before, standing on his porch. “Hi, Mr Frederickson!” the boy called.
“What are te doing out here, kid?” Carl exclaimed.
“I found the snipe, and I followed it under...
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