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Webbed Tracks
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Webbed Tracks

June in the Munzur Valley. Zoe has come to spend the summer at her aunt's trout farm beside the stream, and she soon learns that fish go missing from the ponds every single night. Everyone blames the fox, and a neighbor is just waiting for Friday evening to set a trap. But the tracks in the mud have webbed toes! Whose knowledge will Zoe trust, and how will she show her proof, and to whom? Finding the thief, and keeping it safe from harm, all depends on the choices you make.

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8 Minutes

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4 Endings

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11-12

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About This Story

“Webbed Tracks” is an interactive nature story for children aged 11-12, about 8 minutes long. The reader decides how it goes at 5 choice points, and there are 4 different endings. It is free to read on Kitapz, with no account needed.

Age range
11-12 years
Reading time
about 8 minutes
Genre
Nature
Format
Interactive · 5 choice points · 4 endings
Language
English, Turkish
Access
Free, no account needed
Characters
Ben, Zoe, Uncle Harry, Mary, Aunt Gloria
Reading support
dyslexia-friendly font, bionic reading, color-blindness filters

An Excerpt from the Story

Zoe had arrived at her Aunt Gloria's farm after dark last night. This morning was the first time she'd seen the ponds in daylight. As she walked along the concrete edge with her aunt, something glinted in the sun by her feet. Fish scales lay all over the ground, as if someone had scattered them by the handful.

Aunt Gloria: “More are missing again! At dawn tomorrow I'm taking my first big delivery to the restaurant in Ovacık. At this rate, I won't have enough fish.”

Zoe: “What if we covered the ponds with something?”

Aunt Gloria: “There are old bird nets in the barn, but they're full of holes. I'm so busy with this delivery I barely have time to breathe. When would I ever patch nets? It's that fox, I tell you. What else could it be!”

Zoe nodded, but her eyes were fixed on the wet mud stretching toward the mouth of the canal. There were rows of little tracks in it. Had a fox really left these? She crouched down for a closer look.

Completion Rewards

What you'll earn when you finish this story:

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+25 XP
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