Somewhere in this barn every card has a twin, and the lamplight is just enough to go looking. π₯ Flip any two cards per try: eggs, chicks, grain, feeders, old farm tools π§ A true pair stays face up, a mismatch sinks back into shadow πͺ Two flips cost one move from a fixed pouch, and a lean clear earns extra stars π΄ Card backs carry little favours: a glimpse before you begin, one early mistake quietly erased, a nudge toward a waiting pair, extra coins for a spotless clear π The tables grow from a tiny two by two to a spread of thirty-six Think you can remember where every last twin sleeps?