1. We pursue the treasure.
We look at each other, scrounging our brains for ideas. After I joke that it's a self-fulfilling prophecy because it came from a cookbook with Gordon's face plastered all over it, Gordon figures it out. It must be the newly-erected, state-sanctioned Obama statue that has gone up nationwide.
We arrive at the statue of Obama riding a horse, the horse's front legs in the air, raised up. It stands in the middle of a charming fountain, lit up beautifully at night. Obama is in his typical buttoned-up shirt with the sleeves rolled, lips pursed, and nose up. It's quite poetic that he's looking down on us. I take too much pleasure in bashing the statue's face in. (What? I was excited to get the next clue.)
Do we:
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