Grandpa Tommy's Treasure Tree

In a village dotted with mango trees, three kids—Jay, Finn, and his little sister, Luna—loved their “secret stash” game near an old guava tree. The rules: find the hidden jar filled with marbles under the bushes.

One morning, Jay spotted a glint inside the tree’s hollow trunk. “A wooden box!” Inside lay faded letters and coins stamped with stars. “This belongs to someone!” Luna said. Finn squinted at the letter’s signature: “Tommy, 1975.” “That’s Grandpa’s brother! He buried treasures here!”

“Let’s return it!” Luna insisted. But the path to Tommy’s old house was blocked by a flooded creek. “We’ll use banana stalks!” Jay remembered his dad’s camping tricks. They lashed stalks with vines and crept across.

Grandpa Tommy’s eyes widened at the box. “I saved these coins to buy my sister’s first pencil,” he said, voice cracking. To thank them, he taught the kids his “magic” mango dip—tangy, sweet, and sparkly with salt. “Real treasure is what you give away,” he winked.

Now, they hide new “treasures” in the tree weekly: shiny bottle caps, painted rocks. “For the next explorers!” Luna declares. Jay and Finn nod—knowing adventures taste sweeter when sprinkled with kindness.