text: [Themes: Slice of life, nature, outdoor, nonhuman protagonist]
  
  > look at your surroundings
  A north-south trail runs beneath a canopy of chestnut trees. You've seen giant glinting beasts stampede here, especially in the mornings and evenings. A lesser track leads east.
  
  You can also see a sizable piece of bark and a buzzing log here.
  
  You hear a distant rumbling approaching from the north.
  
  > roll the log north
  You can't even go that way!
  
  You stand frozen in the middle of the trail. In your final moment, you listen with peculiar detatchment to the roar of the onrushing beast as it swerves to avoid you. Just when you think you might be spared, you're smashed into oblivion.
  
  > climb up
  I don't think much is to be achieved by that.
  
  You stand frozen in the middle of the trail. In your final moment, you listen with peculiar detatchment to the roar of the onrushing beast as it swerves to avoid you. Just when you think you might be spared, you're smashed into oblivion.
  
  > Roll log west
  You roll the log in front of you, carefull to avoid the gathering swarm of insects.
  
  A north-south trail runs beneath a canopy of chestnut trees. You've seen giant glinting beasts stampede here, especially in the mornings and evenings. A lesser track leads east.
  
  You hear a distant rumbling approaching from the north.
  
  > Roll log north
  You roll the log in front of you, carefull to avoid the gathering swarm of insects.
  
  A tree stump pokes through the otherwise unbroken blanket of soft, powdery snow. A slatted fence traverses the snow to the north, while the cottage entrance lies southward.
  
  You can see a hole (which is empty) here.
  
  > Roll log east
  You roll the log in front of you, carefull to avoid the gathering swarm of insects.
  
  Overlooked by a high window of the Provider's cottage, a trail follows a north-south stream through a grove of aspens.
  
  Caught in the branches of an aspen, is a red balloon.
  
  > go west
  To the east, icicles hang like fangs within a giant maw of snow. A large pair of matching tracks lead out of shadows of the snowy mouth and to the west. A path loops north and south.
  
  > go west
  A north-south trail runs beneath a canopy of chestnut trees. You've seen giant glinting beasts stampede here, especially in the mornings and evenings. A lesser track leads east.
  
  You hear a distant rumbling approaching from the south.
  
  > Go east
  To the east, icicles hang like fangs within a giant maw of snow. A large pair of matching tracks lead out of shadows of the snowy mouth and to the west. A path loops north and south.
  
  You're starving!
  
  > go to the north
  A tree stump pokes through the otherwise unbroken blanket of soft, powdery snow. A slatted fence traverses the snow to the north, while the cottage entrance lies southward.
  
  You can see a buzzing log and a hole (which is empty) here.
  
  > examine the stump
  An axe is embedded in the stump.
  
  > put the log in the hole
  You roll the buzzing log into the hole.
  
  > get the axe
  That's hardly portable.
  
  > go east
  You leap up onto the lumpy mountain...
  
  There is just enough room in this cozy corner for the lumpy mountain and the confusing black box that faces it. The lumpy mountain is home to some of your finest claw and scratch marks, though your Provider has never shared much enthusiasm for the art. The scent of your food bowl wafts in from the west.
  
  You can see a flannel shirt here.
  
  Your stomach aches with hunger.
  
  > Go east
  The only way out of this corner is toward your food bowl to the west.
  
  > Scratch provider
  You rake the Provider with your claws!
  
  The Provider grumbles as he rises from the blankets and seizes you by the scruff of the neck. Moments later, you find yourself tumbling head over heels into a bank of snow. You hear the latch click inside the cottage, knowing you've been sentenced to a day in the cold--hardly bearable without even the hope of soft food.
  
  > Go east
  You leap up onto the lumpy mountain...
  
  There is just enough room in this cozy corner for the lumpy mountain and the confusing black box that faces it. The lumpy mountain is home to some of your finest claw and scratch marks, though your Provider has never shared much enthusiasm for the art. The scent of your food bowl wafts in from the west.
  
  You can see a yellow feather here.
  
  You're beginning to feel dizzy.
  
  > Drat
  Quite.
  
  > get the feather
  (first dropping the flannel shirt)
  Dropped.
  
  You gingerly pick up the yellow feather with your teeth.
  
  > get in the blankets
  It's warm and snug beaneath the blankets, though you find the Provider's prodigious hind paws to be grotesquely hairless, smelly, and just a bit ticklish when brushed by your whiskers.
  
  The Provider snores beside you.
  
  > Examine Provider
  The Provider lies asleep on his side. He faces west, snorfling loudly.
  
  > Tickle Provider with feather
  You tickle the Provider with the feather.
  
  The Provider sighs heavily and rolls over. Facing east, he resumes his snoring.
  
  > Go outside
  You nudge your way toward fresher air....
  
  You enjoy curling up in the blankets' warm folds, though when the Provider is here, you do so with care. He is mean enough when un-provoked, and does not appreciate being woken. A cord hangs beside a billowy wall to the east. A mingling of faded scents lure you northward.
  
  The Provider snores beside you.
  
  > examine the cord
  The long, thin cord hangs lifelessly above the blankets.
  
  The Provider snores beside you.
  
  You're not going to be able to carry on without food.
  
  > pull the cord
  You tentatively paw at the cord, then reconsider. Idle play this close to the Provider may have serious consequences. [You have been warned.]
  
  The Provider snores beside you.
  
  > enter the blankets
  It's warm and snug beaneath the blankets, though you find the Provider's prodigious hind paws to be grotesquely hairless, smelly, and just a bit ticklish when brushed by your whiskers.
  
  The Provider snores beside you.
  
  Your hunger has become unbearable. With your last remaining energy you curl up to sleep. When you awake, night has fallen. You set out in search of the Provider, hoping for his kindness. If that fails, there are always insects.
  
  > Close window
  The window won't budge.
  
  You hear snoring to the west.
  
  > examine gap
  Judging by your whiskers, there's no way through the gap.
  
  You hear snoring to the west.
  
  You're starving!
  
  > Tickle Provider with feather
  You tickle the Provider with the feather.
  
  The Provider sighs heavily and rolls over. Facing east, his face is bathed in streaming light. He notices you nearby, a feather hanging suspiciously from your mouth.
  
  The Provider grumbles as he rises from the blankets and seizes you by the scruff of the neck. Moments later, you find yourself tumbling head over heels into a bank of snow. You hear the latch click inside the cottage, knowing you've been sentenced to a day in the cold--hardly bearable without even the hope of soft food.
  
  > Meow
  You mew loudly, plaintively.
  
  The Provider grumbles as he rises from the blankets and seizes you by the scruff of the neck. Moments later, you find yourself tumbling head over heels into a bank of snow. You hear the latch click inside the cottage, knowing you've been sentenced to a day in the cold--hardly bearable without even the hope of soft food.
  
  > Examine box
  Two silvery antenae extend from this peculiar animal.
  
  > get the shirt
  (first dropping the yellow feather)
  Dropped.
  
  You gingerly pick up the flannel shirt with your teeth.
  
  > examine the mountain
  Ah, you could loll here all day.
  
  > put the shirt in the gap
  That doesn't fit.
  
  You hear snoring to the west.
  
  Your stomach aches with hunger.
  
  > examine the gap
  Judging by your whiskers, there's no way through the gap.
  
  You hear snoring to the west.
  
  > wear the shirt
  You can't wear that!
  
  You hear snoring to the west.
  
  > put the shirt on the window
  Putting things on the window would achieve nothing.
  
  You hear snoring to the west.
  
  > go south
  You can't go that way.
  
  You hear snoring to the west.
  
  > Go east
  You bump your nose on the glass.
  
  You hear snoring to the west.
  
  > drop the shirt
  Dropped.
  
  You hear snoring to the west.
  
  You're beginning to feel dizzy.
  
  > drop the shirt
  The flannel shirt is already here.
  
  You hear snoring to the west.