A cold breeze swifted through Austrailia as Harold teh platypus was looking through top secret files. "Where is it?" he whispered to himself. Tipping down the solid black fedora he wore on his head so no one could reconize him, he swiftly moved his hands.
"If only I could find it!" Harold mummbled
"HAROLD!" yelled a loud voice. Harold stared to the nearby door. His deep green eyes peered at it. "Mom!" he said and rushed out of a window. "You got it Harold?" asked Harold's brother Zeke. "No." Harold moaned.
"You have to find it!"
"I want too!"
The white platypus soft hand touched Harold's shoulder. "Were going to find out where he lives!" Zeke said. Harold saluted. As quick a sa wink, the ocean blue platypus climbed slowly back into the building.
Not a peep could be heard. "I'll find it! I'll learn where my special cousin came from."