“What cave; what mountain?”
Pic looked blank and threw up his hands, palms outwards.
“I am sure I do not know,” he replied helplessly. “I was not thinking of such things just then and forgot to ask.”
“Ooch, ooch,” Wulli snorted. “You should have known that we would like to see it. Is it something to eat!”
“My father did not tell me what is was.”
“What would you think?”
“I don’t know.”
“Nuts or fruits possibly,” Hairi suggested. “Squirrels and other animals sometimes bury them in the ground.”
“The flesh-eaters often act like that. I have seen them,” Wulli declared. “But they hide only bones. The treasure may be bones; who knows?”