Bramble hops into the wobbly wooden boat. "Hold on tight!" he calls to his friends.
The boat rocks as they push off. Bramble grips the oars and rows hard.
A wall of shimmering fog rolls in. It glows like silver sparkles.
Bramble steers straight toward the fog. It feels cool and damp on his fur.
The boat bursts through the fog. The Lost Island appears!
The friends cheer and clap their paws. Bramble steers toward the shore.
The sand crunches under their feet as they hop out of the boat.
At the heart of the island, a glowing crystal bush hums with soft light.
A sparkling riddle floats in the air: "I have keys but no locks. I have space but no room. You can enter but not go inside. What am I?"
Bramble scratches his head. His friends huddle close, thinking hard.
"The boat!" Bramble says. The crystal bush glows brighter and a wooden chest pops open.
They sit in a circle on the warm sand and laugh until their bellies hurt.
