text: [Themes: miniature protagonist, fairies]
  
  > look at your surroundings
  You are standing on the sole bare spot of the dandelion cap, amongst its countless downy white seeds. Up here, you are afforded a better view of the captivating orange tulip to the southwest. You can also see a calm but murky-looking pond to the east, beyond the palm sedge.
  
  A gentle breeze from the west ruffles you hair.
  
  > get the seed
  You pull one of the seeds from the dandelion clock and hold it up like an umbrella.
  
  A competing northeasterly wind picks up, setting some of the dandelion seeds adrift.
  
  > jump
  You jump up with the seed extended in your arm. Its parachute top catches in the breeze and you are swept into the air.
  The rough wind buffets you northeast. The tulips, the grasses, the pond-- all of them blur together as you soar through the air. Eventually gravity takes its course and you slowly descend, bracing your legs for impact.
  
  Your trip wasn't as far as it might have seemed.
  On the Shore of the Pond
  Here the dirt path that you've grown accustomed to is replaced by a cobblestone walk. To the east, a steep, rocky slope leads down to the moss-green water. A thick layer of mist has settled over the pond making it difficult to see to the opposite side.
  
  In the grass alongside the cobblestone terrace, you see Snoll's shell. He must've retreated back inside.
  
  The dandelion is to the southwest. The walk also marches on to the north.
  
  You let go of the dandelion seed and watch as it floats away in the breeze.
  
  > climb the dandelion
  You scale the dandelion stem and pull yourself up onto the head...
  On Top of the Dandelion
  You are standing on the sole bare spot of the dandelion cap, amongst its countless downy white seeds. Up here, you are afforded a better view of the captivating orange tulip to the southwest. You can also see a calm but murky-looking pond to the east, beyond the palm sedge.
  
  The northeasterly wind caresses your shoulders.
  
  > get the seed
  You pull one of the seeds from the dandelion clock and hold it up like an umbrella.
  
  The wind dies down for a moment and then is replaced by a balmy zephyr pressing you southwest.
  
  > jump
  You jump up with the seed extended in your arm. Its parachute top catches in the breeze and you are swept into the air.
  The southwestern zephyr sends you coasting toward the tulips. That same undercurrent of wind jolts you upward right before you slam face first into the tall orange tulip. You release the seed just as you are arcing over its open petals... and land in it with a PLOP.
  
  The amber petals of the tulip form a protective parapet around you as you gaze out at the garden. The pond to the east is covered in a dense mist. The view from the other side of the tulip is dominated by an overgrown rosebush.
  
  The bottom of the tulip is full of pollen. The tulip's stem offers a possible way down.
  
  > get the pollen
  You fill up the pouch, which turns out to have quite a bit of give, with as much pollen as you can find.
  
  > examine the pouch
  The small sack is made of closely-knit purple fibers.
  
  > examine the pollen
  The golden grains are powdery yet somewhat sticky.
  
  > Down
  You carefully climb out of the tulip and slide down the stem...
  
  Giant, cup-shaped flowers sit atop tall, dark green stalks that stretch to about five times your height. Most of the flowers are a deep pink, aside from one striking orange tulip that sits apart from the rest.
  
  The path curves to the northeast here. It also continues back west to the fork.
  
  > go to the east
  You are too afraid of losing your balance over the water to venture onto the bridge. If only there were some way to see where you were going...
  
  > put the pollen on the bridge
  The floating patch of dust gives you an idea. You grab a handful of pollen from the pouch and, starting from the triangular tile, sprinkle it over the bridge. The slightly sticky granules of pollen adhere to the surface, providing you with a clear path east. Little by little, you make your way in that direction, trying to avoid looking down into the murky green water. The mist becomes thicker at the center of the pond, but you are able to work your way through. Before you know it, you find yourself on the other side.
  
  The bridge has deposited you on a sandy little beach surrounded by cattails. You look back and see your pollen trail hanging suspended over the water.
  
  Unbelievable! And your friends back home probably really won't believe it... they'll think you daydreamed it or read it in a book somewhere.
  
  But this is better than a book! you tell yourself. For the first time on your adventure, you realize that you are actually having fun. You don't know why you were so unenthusiastic starting out. Maybe you were afraid of finding out that the magical world of the Great Garden wasn't so magical after all. An odd sense of relief washes over you and there is now a buoyancy in your step. You barely notice the heft of the jewel on your back anymore.
  
  You give your new surroundings another glance and observe a gap in the cattails to the east.
  
  > look at the cattails
  A dense colony of cattails lines the shore. Their heavy brown heads nod atop pithy stems.
  
  A gap between them provides passage to the east.
  
  > go east
  You ascend the sandy hill to the east, passing between the cattails. Just as you are crossing the threshold into this new territory, your foot catches on a fallen cattail and you trip. You are momentarily airborne as you tumble forward, and when you finally hit the ground, you are nearly jolted out of your senses. It takes you a few seconds to collect yourself, and you finally notice that the jewel has fallen out of the sling. You check the immediate area, but it is nowhere to be found. Slowly you take in the new scenery and a feeling of dread fills your heart. A malicious snicker punctuates the silence.
  
  > go to the south
  A tall, crimson-capped mushroom stands at a curve in the grass-lined path, providing the surrounding greenery with a bit of shade. On top of it, two chubby caterpillars are taking a nap, apparently sated after an afternoon fungi feast. Next to the lofty shroom, its shorter, squatter twin sits tipped over. Chomp-marks on the base indicate exactly how it was felled.
  
  The path continues up a steep incline to the east. It also curves back to the gnome statue, to the north.
  
  > examine the mushroom
  Which do you mean, the tall mushroom or the squat mushroom?
  
  > look at the squat mushroom
  The squat mushroom is tipped on its side.
  
  > examine the tall mushroom
  Two chubby caterpillars are taking a nap on top of the lofty mushroom, which stretches slightly overhead. You can see bite marks in its crimson cap where the creatures have feasted.
  
  > look at the caterpillars
  Two chubby black caterpillars are curled up on top of the tall mushroom. They are sleeping soundly after their afternoon fungi feast.
  
  > check what you're carrying
  You are carrying:
  a pouch
  a thorn
  a sling (being worn and empty)