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Oma Kati welcomes her grandson with a big hug, and before you can say “fishsticks,” Timmy runs up the stairs to the second floor and climbs the ladder to the attic. He knows Oma Kati always stores the fishing rods up there.
The heavy attic door opens with a squeak. The attic is huge and a little bit spooky, but Timmy isn’t scared.
“Slow down, Timmy! I’m sure the fish won’t run away!” Oma Kati shouts up the ladder.
Timmy doesn’t listen to Oma Kati, though. Instead, he trips over two old, yellow rolls of carpet and then falls on to a pile of big, brown boxes.
“Owww, my hand, my hand…” moans Timmy and Oma Kati comes right over to have a look at it.