Down for the kiwi

“When I was 11 years old, we moved to Reykjavik. This is a great place without the mosquitoes and angry neighbors. I really liked my new house. Once my mother got a letter. It turned out to be from my grandmother. She had said hello and send me her grappling hook and an interesting fruit. Mom explained me that its called kiwi. Tasty! I want more, but my grandmother lives on the other side of the planet! Maybe I should dig a tunnel...” move-arrows (hold down), sand disappears from touch, earth (m...