text: > Go downward
  You pause to catch your breath at a point that is about ten feet above the ground. The branch under your feet is thick and sturdy, and the trunk beside you is reassuringly massive.
  
  > Go upwards
  The branches aren't quite so thick and sturdy here. You can feel them swaying slightly under you with the wind. Every once in awhile the leaves part enough for you to catch a glimpse of the ground some twenty-five feet below.
  
  There is a three-inch wide hole in the trunk here. It contains a huge pile of acorns.
  
  You hear birds twittering in the branches above you.
  
  > Go upward
  The dangerously thin branches creak and groan under your weight as you cling precariously to your shaky perch. Your climb has taken you nearly forty feet into the air. Looking out and down, all you can see are the tops of the other trees below you. Glancing up, you see that you have climbed to within ten feet of the top.
  
  As you continue to admire the view you slowly become aware of the fact that you're being watched. You peer around cautiously, then spot a large female robin perched on a branch to your left. She appears to be standing guard over the nest she has built there.
  
  > examine the nest
  The robin has done a very neat job of building her nest in the fork of a limb. The usual twigs, straw, tufts of hair, and bits of twine have been woven with care into a sturdy home. Peering into its feather-lined interior you can see that she has laid four pale blue eggs. You also notice that one of the tufts of hair she used still has a bobby pin attached to it.
  
  You hear birds twittering in the branches below you.
  
  > take the nest
  Naturally the robin assumes that your approaching hand is after her eggs. As soon as you start to reach for her nest she explodes into the air, and with a trilling battle cry springs to the attack.
  
  Her wings beat angrily in your face while a flurry of painful pecks rain down on the top of your head. You swat at her wildly in an effort to drive her back, but she's in her element and has no problem avoiding your clumsy flailing. You, on the other hand, are clearly out of your element. The fury of the robin's attack so startles you that you momentarily forget one of the basic tenets of tree climbing, namely, ALWAYS hold onto the tree.
  
  AAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE...............
  
  In the process of falling you manage to break most of the major bones in your body by crashing into the same sturdy branches you climbed earlier. Your thick skull miraculously survives, at least until you tumble out of the tree and smack head first onto the path below. Twisted and bleeding, you lie under the huge old oak tree and calmly watch the world fade to black around you.
  
  > examine Robin
  You scrutinize her closely to determine if she is an American or European Robin, and conclude that she is indeed an American Robin.
  Her general thrush-like appearance, characteristic red breast (slightly paler in the female), and the little American flag tattooed on her left bicep are dead giveaways.
  
  (Just kidding about that tattoo.)
  
  > examine the pin
  The bobby pin is badly rusted. It must have been lying outside in the rain and snow for a long time before the robin found it.
  
  > take the pin
  Something about the way the robin is watching your every move makes you think that right now might not be a good time to be reaching toward her nest.
  
  You hear birds twittering in the branches below you.
  
  > examine the birds
  You can hear the birds twittering, but you can't see them. They must be in the branches below you.
  
  > Go up
  Throwing caution to the wind, you push ever higher up the huge old oak. A branch breaks and falls away under your feet, but fortunately you were holding onto the limb above it. As you hang there looking for another branch to transfer your weight to it occurs to you that now might be a good time to give up and head back down. That's when you hear it.
  
  Creeeaaakkkkk..............SNAP!!!
  
  AAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE...............
  
  In the process of falling you manage to break most of the major bones in your body by crashing into the same sturdy branches you climbed earlier. Your thick skull miraculously survives, at least until you tumble out of the tree and smack head first onto the path below. Twisted and bleeding, you lie under the huge old oak tree and calmly watch the world fade to black around you.
  
  > check your inventory
  You are carrying a package, a business card, an inner tube patch, and a forked stick.
  
  > take the egg
  Seeing that you are clearly after her eggs, the robin explodes into the air, and with a trilling battle cry springs to the attack.
  
  Her wings beat angrily in your face while a flurry of painful pecks rain down on the top of your head. You swat at her wildly in an effort to drive her back, but she's in her element and has no problem avoiding your clumsy flailing. You, on the other hand, are clearly out of your element. The fury of the robin's attack so startles you that you momentarily forget one of the basic tenets of tree climbing, namely, ALWAYS hold onto the tree.
  
  AAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE...............
  
  In the process of falling you manage to break most of the major bones in your body by crashing into the same sturdy branches you climbed earlier. Your thick skull miraculously survives, at least until you tumble out of the tree and smack head first onto the path below. Twisted and bleeding, you lie under the huge old oak tree and calmly watch the world fade to black around you.
  
  > examine the hair
  The robin has done a very neat job of building her nest in the fork of a limb. The usual twigs, straw, tufts of hair, and bits of twine have been woven with care into a sturdy home. Peering into its feather-lined interior you can see that she has laid four pale blue eggs. You also notice that one of the tufts of hair she used still has a bobby pin attached to it.