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The Strangest of Locks
When Zeb’s mum came home she found him tinkering with the golden Trojun. The messenger bird was placed at the other end of the kitchen table, looking creepier than any 3-inch tall inanimate object had a right to look.
Zeb was sitting amidst a small sea of bolts, nails, hammers and screwdrivers. For the past several hours he had been trying to pry open the Trojun. He had always possessed what Mr Hemingdrake referred to as an ‘inquisitive nature’. His teacher had once said to him:
“You know Zeb, some people say that curiosity killed the cat. The problem is that those people never find out exactly how the cat was killed. What if the curious cat was killed investigating the trail of a north-eastern braddock beast that was on its way to your front door to eat you? I
