The Brass Key

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audacity to sit on the bank of 11~y pond without asking? I'm looking for the meaning of life, Henrik said, Can you help me? Of course I can't. The frog rolled his eyes in indignation. That's up to you, you silly duck. I've searched and searched. Hcnrik was feeling rather sad. He soon found he was telling the story of his journey to the frog. Humph, commented the frog. You've seen the answer to your questions. I don't understand, wailed Henrik. Exactly. You lack one very important thing. Few ducks ever find it, the frog grumbled and disappeared beneath a lily pad. Henrik sat on the edge of the pond and thought. A gold butterfly skimmed over his head and landed on a tall cattail. Do you ... ? began Henrik and then stopped. She was being pursued by a large blackbird who swooped and dived. Stop! shouted Henrik to the bird. Let her fly. But the bird swallowed the gold butterfly and flew off, and only the slender cattail and Henrik knew what had happened. Two large tears formed in Henrik's e

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