As the muffins rolled onwards, a sudden rustle broke the serene ambiance. Out sprang a cheeky squirrel, its eyes twinkling with mischief. “Ah, a bunch of adventurous muffins!” it chirped, twitching its fluffy tail. “I can guide you to the magic tree, but first, you must solve my riddle!”
The muffins huddled together, quivering with excitement and a hint of apprehension. The squirrel grinned, leaning in close. “Here it goes: I have keys but open no locks. I have space but no room. I have you but no body. What am I?”
The muffins exchanged eager glances, thinking of all the possibilities. Just as they started whispering guesses, a sense of urgency tugged at them: the magic tree was waiting!
Would they be clever enough to discern the riddle's answer, or would they need to choose a different path?
Time was ticking, and so was their chance for magic!
