Nixak's January 2026 1 Million Scrap Riddle

[Nixak]

Solve the riddle, find my note and return it to me ... easy 

A million scrap in timber waits,
My note decides the bears’ true fates.

Ignore the sign, dismiss the game,
Their fragile lives depend on flame.

“On a horse with no name” hum that tune,
Most chase the beast and leave too soon.

The lyric points to what is gone,
A missing mark you must act on.

“There were plants and birds and rocks and things” recite,
A scattered list observed in sight.

Not wrapped in walls or buried deep,
Count what’s seen and what you keep.

“The heat was hot” a phrase once heard,
Misheard by many as another word.

No promise made of shade or rest,
Exposure is the silent test.

“After two days” is how they sing,
Some hear Tuesdays — numbers cling.

Hear wrong on purpose, count what’s said,
Letters guide you where maps are read.

Sixth string low, let bass be played,
Count the frets where notes are laid.

Solve it fast, be sharp, astuted…
Or I will have my fun & the pookie bears will get executed.