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Lukas wandred the hallway. The picture had to be here somewhere. Klaudette had said it was a pear. A picture of a pear. It couldn't be that hard. His head bobbed left and right as he scrutinised each painting in turn. Thn on the right he came upon the fruit bowl. He smiled and approached the paiting. He reached out a finger to touch the painting. The pear squirmed out of the way of his finger but he was determined and tickled it in the tummy. Did pears have tummies?
The pear giggled and then gave up the disguise as a doorhandle emerged. He turned it and pulled the hidden door open. he stepped into the warm atmospher of the kitchen. |