text: > Look around
  The air smells of mud and rotting plants. Flies buzz around your ears and eyes. All your energy to explore is gone, as if sucked away by one of the mosquitos you are trying to swat. You stand on the web of marsh plants. There is some green here, but it is only a sparse layer over deep, cold, dark waters.
  Nearby is a dented park sign, titled "Quaking Bog Rules and Regulations".
  
  You hear a muffled "ccrroOOAAAaakk" off to the east.
  
  > Go east
  The ground quakes slightly with each footfall, in a pleasant undulating manner. You are walking on water - or above it - on many layers of moss that have grown over to form a living raft on the surface of the bog.
  
  A toad is sleeping in the moss, as if he was nestled among many overstuffed pillows.
  
  "ccrroOOAAAaakk".
  
  > examine the toad
  The toad is large and green and frowning. His protruding eyes are closed and he makes a loud "ccrroOOAAAaakk" noise every so often. He is snoring!
  
  "ccrroOOAAAaakk".
  
  > wake toad
  It does seem like the thing to do, but how?
  
  "ccrroOOAAAaakk".
  
  > Kiss toad
  You place your lips on the toad's cool skin, in your best guess of where his cheek could be, and give a kiss.
  
  The toad stirs.
  His right eye opens a fraction of a sixteenth of an inch, and closes again. He spits just the tiniest bit, and then indulges in a terrific snore.
  
  "ccrroOOAAAaakk".
  
  > give the fly to the toad
  You hold the iridescent fly in front of you. With perfect instinct, and eyes still closed, the toad's sticky tongue shoots out and lifts the fly from your palm.
  The toad chews, snorts, and finally stirs. He fixes his large bulbous eyes on you as if he can see you to your heart.
  
  "Thank you," he says, "though Hope is caged in Eunice, the flies are rather good." he pauses, considering you for a moment, "it has been quite a while since sightseers came to the bog. What we really need is an adventurer for a quest!"
  
  > ask the toad about the quest
  "I have taken on the quest to free Hope from its cage!" you proclaim, "can you help me?.
  
  "Glad to see you aren't off to kill some terrible princess and romance a dragon horde, or whatever the kids do these days," the toad replies. "Five treasures are required to free Hope from its cage and you will have to explore Eunice to find them." he responds.
  
  > ask the toad about the key
  "About that key of appreciation," you say, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, "How would I find it?"
  
  The toad actually smiles, "You are so, so close; practically on top of it. Search the water..."He shifts slightly and near his left forelimb you see a narrow deep well of crystal clear water.
  
  > search the water
  You peer into the crystal clear water for a moment seeing your reflection staring curiously back at you. Then its gone and far below you think you see something down there, so you reach in.
  The water is cool against your hand. This is just the beginning.
  
  > Keep going
  Past the slime and the mud of the bog, past any worries and judgements about whether you are doing enough or playing the game well, you go. Something slimy flits by, maybe a fish?
  
  You are now in the bog up to your elbow.
  
  > Continue
  You crouch down to reach farther still. The water is still, like a deep calmness in your own core. Then the tips of your fingers brush against something solid.
  
  You are now in the bog up to your shoulder.
  
  > Continue
  Straining, you stretch farther, bringing your face near the surface of the thick bog. Finally you grab something solid! Pulling it up to the surface, you see it is a heavy key. You keep the key for later.
  
  As you put the key away, you can feel the toad's eyes on you and his wide mouth turns up in a slight smile.
  
  > examine the key
  One of the five treasures: the KEY of APPRECIATION! It's a house key. The key is heavy brass and old fashioned. It rests solidly in your hand.
  
  > Inventory
  You are carrying:
  a measuring cup
  a round tin
  house key, stone of flexibility and origami bird
  
  > ask the toad about the tin
  "I'd rather talk about bog politics than that," says the toad, "and I hate politics".
  
  > ask the toad about the house
  (the house key)
  "It is the KEY of APPRECIATION," the toad admits, "I haven't had the confidence to look past my own reflection to search for it."
  
  > examine the moss
  Looks like a comfortable bed, for a toad.
  
  > go east
  The thick moss dissolves farther east into a dark pool. There is no way farther.
  
  > go to the north
  The thick moss dissolves farther north into a dark pool. There is no way farther.
  
  > go south
  The thick moss dissolves farther south into a dark pool. There is no way farther.
  
  > Go west
  The toad sits quietly watching you go.
  
  The air smells of mud and both the growing and decaying plants. Instead of being stuck, you notice how the whole bog is bursting with life.
  Nearby is a dented park sign titled "Quaking Bog Rules and Regulations
  
  > read the sign
  Quaking Bog Rules and Regulations:
  - Swimming is allowed and impossible
  - Jumping is allowed and possible
  - Take time to Appreciate Nature
  - You can thank any bog creature
  
  > Go east
  The ground quakes slightly with each footfall, in a pleasant undulating manner. You are walking on water - or above it - on many layers of moss that have grown over to form a living raft on the surface of the bog.
  
  There is a clear pool of water near the toad's forelimb.
  
  The large green toad is lounging on the moss, humming softly to himself.
  
  > Thank the toad
  He nods his wide head. And if he had a bowler hat, he would have touched the brim as a jaunty "you're welcome". But things aren't as they should be in Eunice.
  
  > Go east
  You start to wander east into the green grasses, but without a way to navigate you would easily become lost. If that happened, hope would never return to Eunice. Thankfully, you turn back..
  
  > take the flowers
  You wander through the field gathering wildflowers. The petals kiss softly against your skin.
  
  After a while, your foot catches on a ridge of dirt and you catch yourself before falling. Bending down, you notice a small round hole of some little animal's home. After peering for a moment into the cool darkness you stand again, not wanting to pry where you haven't been invited.
  
  You walk on farther, discovering rocks and seed pods and animal tracks, and then losing them again in your rambling.
  A soft breeze smelling of high mountain air comes from the west and you remember your quest.
  
  The flowers that you gathered were lost on your exploring, but it is fine. The seeds you spread will grow to more flowers next year.
  
  > go west
  The field has a hint of green as if the imposing mountains were pushing up spring with their toes.
  
  > Go west
  You are in a broad, rocky field. Boulders are scattered haphazardly all around.
  
  There is a large notice board clearly placed with more intention than the rocks. On the notice board is a pad of paper and a few notes. The field looks slightly greener than before, as if spring is coming soon. Farther west, tall mountains loom over you, threatening to overwhelm the scene.
  
  > read the notes
  You pick one of the notes to read: "Today I am grateful for a warm cup of tea, house elves, catching up with an old friend".
  
  > Continue
  You pick one of the notes to read: "Today I am grateful for picnics, loving family, silly jokes." .
  
  > tend the garden
  You heft some of the larger pieces of trash to the side. Then you clear the dead leaves, dropping them on the ground for mulch cover to soak in the rain when it comes. As you clear and organize, your thoughts settle. Each thing in its place, simply and easily.
  
  Soothing lavender sways in the breeze, now that the garden has been tended. Fragrant plants cover the ground. The rose bush is budding and will flower soon.
  
  You find a little flute among the trash, like a gift from the garden. You decide to keep it for later.
  
  > examine the flute
  The little flute is simply carved. In the right moment it will play the SONG of ORDER.