text: [Themes: Slice of life, Fantasy, gender-neutral protagonist, changing environment]
  
  > go northeast
  A wide angular tongue juts out from the hillside. The park stretches off to the north and west, a vast expanse of bright meadowland, patched with dark woods and stitched with streams that glitter in the sunlight. In the distance, a lake reflects white fire from the setting sun.
  
  A trail leads southwest down the hill, towards the bridge. From where you stand, it turns southeast and continues upward, deeply cut into the hillside. A narrower trail leads more steeply up to the east.
  
  Someone has dug a trench here, from the path out over the bank. Abandoned in the mud near it is a spade. You figure someone was using the spade to dig the trench, and you can also figure why he stopped; the shaft is broken off about two feet up from the blade. The handle end is nowhere in sight.
  
  The sun is lazily approaching the horizon.
  
  > pour the water on the spade
  You splash the water around the spade. The mud absorbs it greedily.
  
  > Wedge blade under boulder
  You notice a cave of some sort behind the boulder. (Who would have guessed?)
  
  You push the spade under the boulder, kick the blade to settle it, and lean on the shaft. Nothing happens for a moment, and you're leaning harder, and the boulder starts to move, and
  
  Crack!
  
  The spade's shaft has broken off in your hands, right above the blade, which is now caught under the boulder. On the other hand, you've moved the boulder up out of its hole; it's balanced on the rim.
  
  From within some tall grass, you notice a pair of dark eyes. The grass blinks, and then it is a small, orange fox who watches you solemnly.
  
  The fox chases around your feet for a moment. It seems to be watching something you hold.
  
  > go east
  You squeeze behind the boulder and crawl inside.
  
  You are in a dark pocket, a stony crack below the summit of the hill. It is not quite high enough to stand in, but surprisingly long, narrowing only slowly towards the back. The entrance is a circle of scarlet and gold to the west, partially obscured by the boulder.
  
  An ancient and filthy blanket is crumpled against one wall of the cave.
  
  > dig the mud
  You scrape some mud away. Aside from getting your hands dirty, it accomplishes little.
  
  > take blanket
  Taken.
  
  You glance outside. The sun is settling to the horizon, amid a scattering of clouds which have begun to drift in.
  
  > Go west
  You crawl out.
  
  You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond the trees and brush, meadows glow in the sunlight, sweeping to the ribbons of color on the horizon. Behind you stands the last stony lump of hill. A narrow trail curves away to the northwest.
  
  A boulder is lying at the base of the hilltop, prised up out of the hole it was in. The boulder is resting on a spade blade. There's just enough room to squeeze into the cave behind it.
  
  > Wait
  Time passes.
  
  From within some tall grass, you notice a pair of dark eyes. The grass blinks, and then it is a small, orange fox who watches you solemnly.
  
  > throw the stick
  The fox cocks its head as you wind up; it tenses to spring, and you hurl the stick far back into the undergrowth. With a yip the fox streaks after it.
  
  A moment later it's back, bushy tail high. It drops its prize at your feet.
  
  > take the stick
  Taken.
  
  > throw the stick
  The fox cocks its head as you wind up; it tenses to spring, and you hurl the stick far back into the undergrowth. With a yip the fox streaks after it.
  
  A moment later it's back, bushy tail high. It drops its prize at your feet with an unexpected clink.
  
  > wait
  Time passes.
  
  The western horizon has become a surging sea of gold and scarlet waves. The light is magical -- a cool bronze radiance that somehow makes the grass and foliage more intensely green than ever.
  
  > enter the cave
  You squeeze behind the boulder and crawl inside.
  
  You are in a dark pocket, a stony crack below the summit of the hill. It is not quite high enough to stand in, but surprisingly long, narrowing only slowly towards the back. The entrance is a circle of blinding crimson to the west, partially obscured by the boulder.
  
  > Sleep
  It's not even dark yet!
  
  You glance outside. The moment is gone. The sun has set, although the clouds are still well-lit.
  
  > wait a while
  Time passes.
  
  > wait for a while
  Time passes.
  
  You glance outside. The sky is dimming, and a mist is rolling in, under the clouds.
  
  > wait
  Time passes.
  
  You glance outside. The mist is turning to a drizzle of rain.
  
  > wait awhile
  Time passes.
  
  You glance outside. It's dark and it's raining.
  
  > Sleep
  You wrap yourself snugly in the blanket and curl up on the floor. It's hard, but you're dry and warm. What else could you ask for? Your eyes close and the cave drifts away...
  
  [Hit any key.]
  Stone dissolves around you as move up and forwards, into a grainy grey light. A mindless roar stretches in all directions; but it is troubled by a distant murmur. The new sound swells, whispering, pounding, then shouting at you, and you cannot make it out and you cannot make it go --
  
  Something awakens you.
  
  You are in a dark pocket, a stony crack below the summit of the hill. It is not quite high enough to stand in, but surprisingly long, narrowing only slowly towards the back. The entrance is a dim circle of grey to the west, partially obscured by the boulder.
  
  The voices are still audible. They surge and swell, on the edge of audibility, somewhere to the west. You are almost certain you hear your name being called.
  
  > Go west
  You crawl out. The rain lashes your face.
  
  You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond the trees and brush, the world is cloaked in dark rain, and scarred with distant lightning. Behind you stands the last stony lump of hill. A narrow trail curves away to the northwest.
  
  A rusty steel key is lying on the ground.
  
  A boulder is lying at the base of the hilltop, prised up out of the hole it was in. The boulder is resting on a spade blade. There's just enough room to squeeze into the cave behind it.
  
  The blanket has gotten quite soaked.
  
  That's odd. The steel key doesn't seem as rusty as you first thought.
  
  > drop the blanket
  Dropped.
  
  > Go west
  You crawl out. The rain lashes your face.
  
  You are high on the hill; it rolls downward and off to the west. Beyond the trees and brush, the world is cloaked in dark rain, and scarred with distant lightning. Behind you stands the last stony lump of hill. A narrow trail curves away to the northwest.
  
  A rusty steel key is lying on the ground.
  
  A boulder is lying at the base of the hilltop, prised up out of the hole it was in. The boulder is resting on a spade blade. There's just enough room to squeeze into the cave behind it.
  
  The voices surge, then fade.
  
  That's odd. The steel key doesn't seem as rusty as you first thought.