Mapping the Garden Clue

I pattered back inside through the quiet porch door, clutching a tiny coiled brass spring I spotted at the end of the garden trail! Scrambling into our hideout under the low desk, I reached up to the corrugated cardboard board. With a determined wiggle of my fuzzy paws, I wound a fresh strand of cherry-red yarn through the spring's shiny loops, then pressed it firmly into the cardboard right beside Yoshi's clothespin. Plink! The little coil gave a springy chime under my bristle paws as the red yarn pulled tight. All our monster tracks are finally mapped out for the night, and my fuzzy ears are drooping happily.