text: [Themes: Fantasy]
  
  > Look around
  A grassy field, by an apple tree
  This is a field of lush green grass. In the center of the field, an apple tree grows. Its branches are hung with ripe red apples. Scattered flowers wink at you from the grass, as the sun shines brightly overhead. A babbling brook softly runs westwards. A small foot-bridge allows you to cross from one bank to the other.
  A robin is perched atop the tree, whistling a merry tune. "Tweet-tweet!" goes the robin.
  
  > search the grass
  You find nothing of interest.
  
  Your stomach rumbles. You realize that you're getting hungry.
  
  > climb the tree
  "Hey! Don't climb me! I don't want your ugly fat feet all over me!" says the tree. Ignoring its protests, you reach for a low branch and start climbing. The leaves rustle angrily, but nothing seems to happen, so you continue up the tree. Suddenly, though, there's a sound from above you. You look up just in time to see a large red apple falling. It *THWACKS* you on the nose, you cry out and let go, and everything becomes all tumbled up in a heap on the ground. "Hah!"
  says the tree. "That'll teach you." "Ha!" you say back, grabbing the apple.
  "Oh," says the tree. "I hadn't thought of that."
  
  > eat the apple
  Quite possibly the finest apple you have ever tasted in your life.
  That was delicious!
  
  > throw the apple at the robin
  "Don't try and throw things at it, idiot! You'll only end up knocking my leaves off, and then who knows what will happen? I suppose you think I can photosynthesize with my bark, hmm? Sheesh, humans!" The tree continues to talk. You decide to find another approach and save yourself a second lecture on the subject.
  
  > go north
  You walk for a few minutes, when the ground abruptly seems to fall away beneath your feet. You stumble forward, and look up to find yourself in a different place.
  
  you gasp for water. The sun beats down all around with no hope of shade or any other respite, and there are no land-marks in sight in any direction.
  
  > examine the sun
  The sun is high in the sky, as usual. It doesn't seem to be moving, though.
  
  Shadows from distant dunes make the image of cool water. You rush towards it, only to have the scene dissolve as you get closer.
  
  > Go south
  You stagger on ahead, baking in the sun. Finally, you must stop to breathe. Taking a look behind yourself, it is hard to tell that you have moved at all. Already, the hot desert breeze is erasing the signs of your passage.
  
  Your stomach rumbles. You realize that you're getting hungry.
  
  Abruptly, the desert air seems to swirl around you. You blink your eyes, and when they open again, you're back where you came here from:
  A grassy field, by an apple tree
  This is a field of lush green grass. In the center of the field, an apple tree grows. Its branches are hung with ripe red apples. Scattered flowers wink at you from the grass, as the sun shines brightly overhead. A babbling brook softly runs westwards. A small foot-bridge allows you to cross from one bank to the other.
  A robin is perched atop the tree, whistling a merry tune.
  
  > climb the tree
  "Oh, no," the tree says. "I'm not falling for that one again. I didn't drop off the tree yesterday, I can tell you that much. You want any more apples, bud, you're doing me a favor first." The apple tree's branches move around enough to make climbing impossible now.
  
  > look at what you're carrying with you
  You have an apple.
  
  > examine the flowers
  The wild flowers grow among the grasses, in a wild assortment of colors.
  
  > Go east
  You walk for a few minutes, when the ground abruptly seems to fall away beneath your feet. You stumble forward, and look up to find yourself in a different place.
  
  you gasp for water. The sun beats down all around with no hope of shade or any other respite, and there are no land-marks in sight in any direction.
  
  You're feeling really hungry. You should find some food soon.
  
  > Go west
  You stagger on ahead, baking in the sun. Finally, you must stop to breathe. Taking a look behind yourself, it is hard to tell that you have moved at all. Already, the hot desert breeze is erasing the signs of your passage.
  
  > eat the apple
  Quite possibly the finest apple you have ever tasted in your life.
  That was delicious!
  
  The wind picks up, and as the burning breeze blows past your ear, you fancy you hear voices. Whose voices? Even the words they say are beyond comprehension.
  
  > go west
  You stagger on ahead, baking in the sun. Finally, you must stop to breathe. Taking a look behind yourself, it is hard to tell that you have moved at all. Already, the hot desert breeze is erasing the signs of your passage.
  
  Abruptly, the desert air seems to swirl around you. You blink your eyes, and when they open again, you're back where you came here from:
  A grassy field, by an apple tree
  This is a field of lush green grass. In the center of the field, an apple tree grows. Its branches are hung with ripe red apples. Scattered flowers wink at you from the grass, as the sun shines brightly overhead. A babbling brook softly runs westwards. A small foot-bridge allows you to cross from one bank to the other.
  A robin is perched atop the tree, whistling a merry tune.
  
  > examine the flowers
  The wild flowers grow among the grasses, in a wild assortment of colors.
  The robin chirps.
  
  > go west
  You walk along the banks of the stream for a time.
  
  A beautifully-sculpted garden, bounded by brick walls to the north
  and west. A stream flows in from the east and curves to flow to the south, slowly drifting through the garden. The brook lazily winds its way under the small bridges and between the large rocks and stone paths that have been placed here. Small, pretty bushes are scattered here as well, each one elegantly trimmed and shaped. In one corner of the garden there is a fountain, shaped like a dragon's head. From the dragon's open mouth flows a steady stream of water, falling into the brook.
  Sitting on the large black rocks you see a sheet of red paper.
  
  > get the sheet
  Taken.
  A gentle breeze ruffles the leaves on the bushes.
  
  > examine it
  It looks to be the kind of paper used in making origami figures. It's a plain sheet of red paper.
  
  > fold the paper
  What do you want to fold it into?
  
  > fold the paper into the bird
  The only kind of origami bird you ever learned how to make was a crane, so you attempt that instead. You skillfully fold the sheet of paper into an origami crane.
  The branches on the bushes sway gently in the wind.
  
  > examine the fountain
  The fountain, as has been mentioned, is made of stone, and shaped like the head of a dragon. The dragon's mouth is open, and water pours from it into the stream.
  
  > put the crane in the fountain
  The water flowing out prevents things from going in.
  The leaves on the bushes are actually bending in the breeze. Strange, really, considering the wind is barely blowing.
  
  > Drink water
  The cool draught refreshes you.
  The hedges are moving. Casually, as non-chalant as a bush can be, the hedges have uprooted themselves. Well, some of them have, anyway.
  Most of the bushes are sitting there looking innocent again. The uprooted ones begin to move about the garden. One or two of them reach under rocks and bushes and pull out rakes and spades and a bucket.
  They quietly start to water the flowers, rake the paths, and prune the bushes. You look on in amazement. The hedge beasts totally ignore you.
  
  > examine the beasts
  Well, I guess they aren't just your ordinary hedges. Definitely a close relative, however, as the hedge beasts still seem to have leaves and branches and such. At the moment, the hedge beasts are moving around the garden, tending to the flowers and raking the paths.