text: [Themes: Puzzle, Humor, Fantasy]
  
  > look around
  Let me tell you, these walls gleam. They're made of Marmoreal
  marble, known for the gold lines running through it. The floors and ceilings are made of the same material. The lobby of the bank is fairly open. There are exits to the north and west leading outside, and the bank continues to the east. There's also a table with forms and stuff.
  
  There's a wanted poster on the wall by the table.
  
  There's a bored-looking man at the tables trying to fill out some forms.
  
  > go east
  This part of the bank is cut off from the public by a gilded cage. There's a big, grey, solid-looking door back there, presumably a vault. The room is big and echoey, thirty or forty feet high and brightly lit from a huge gold chandelier overhead. The main lobby is back to the west.
  
  There's a bored-looking teller behind the bars.
  
  > examine the door
  It's an imposing door, presumably leading to the bank's vault.
  
  > open the door
  I can't actually get to the vault, boss. It's behind the walled-off area. I can't fit through the bars in front of the teller.
  
  > examine teller
  The teller's a young, female human wearing something white and floofy and staring off into space. She's sitting on a stool behind the gold cage area.
  
  > look at the chandelier
  This chandelier up here is pretty sweet. It must have been designed by a fan of late Moodism; it's made of about a hundred pieces of swooping, spiralling gold. Each element ends in a round light. Definitely late Moodism--- spirals were a sign of cheer. This chandelier is like a... a... a big nest of glowing rat tails! It's beautiful. Although from up here I can see it's not real gold; it's just iron or something with gold paint on it. Meh. Moodism always stressed using real materials.
  
  Oh, hey, there's a black cord running along the ceiling.
  
  > examine the cord
  Yeah, there's some kind of cord running along the ceiling. There are rings every couple of feet holding it up. Where is it attached...? It looks like one end goes behind the area with the teller and the vault and the other end goes out a little round hole high up in the wall.
  
  > pull the cord
  I can't reach it from the chandelier, and I can't get purchase on the ceiling. Sorry, boss, but it's out of reach.
  
  > ask the teller about the coin
  "Awk?"
  
  "Ack! A bird! Shoo shoo!"
  
  ...I've been shud.
  
  > look at cage
  They're gold--- sorry, gold-painted--- bars blocking off one
  half of the room. At person height, they're just straight up and down, but above that they turn into a lacy pattern. Psh. Whoever designed this bank doesn't know doesn't know Moodism at all; lace implies hunger, and that completely clashes with the chandelier.
  
  > Go west
  Let me tell you, these walls gleam. They're made of Marmoreal
  marble, known for the gold lines running through it. The floors and ceilings are made of the same material. The lobby of the bank is fairly open. There are exits to the north and west leading outside, and the bank continues to the east. There's also a table with forms and stuff.
  
  There's a bored-looking man at the tables trying to fill out some forms.
  
  > go north
  This is the floor of the stock market, and it's full of animals. There's hooting and honking and barking and mooing. I'm getting hungry just looking at their pen. From here, I can go south to the bank or southwest to Big Street.
  
  Some merchants crowd around an auctioneer, doing whatever it is that humans do.
  
  I can also see a coffer (which is open) and an auction block (on top of which is a stock certificate) here.
  
  "...sold!" The merchant steps up to the block, pays the auctioneer, takes the stock, and sits down again.
  
  > examine the coffer
  It's a strongbox full of stock certificates.
  
  The auctioneer fishes around in the coffer, pulls out a stock, and puts it on the auction block.
  
  "Next up is Reliable Bear Organization," he says. "Any bids?"
  
  > Bid
  What do you want to bid on?
  
  > Bid on stock
  What do you want to bid on the stock certificate with?
  
  > examine the certificate
  It's a stock certificate for 12 shares of Reliable Bear Organization.
  
  "...sold!" The merchant steps up to the block, pays the auctioneer, takes the stock, and sits down again.
  
  > look at the animals
  There are more kinds of animals here than I can count. There must be, like, ten different kinds. They're currently alive, which is not the most delicious state for an animal, but I can dream.
  
  The auctioneer fishes around in the coffer, pulls out a stock, and puts it on the auction block.
  
  "Now, who wants to own these fine shares of Royal Shad Bonds?" he asks.
  
  A depressed horse mutters something about glue.
  
  > look at the auctioneer
  The auctioneer is wearing a fancy black suit. He seems faintly oily, but not in the delicious fried meats kind of way.
  
  "One florin!" declares a merchant.
  
  "Two!" declares another merchant.
  
  "Four!" declares a different merchant.
  
  "Who wants to bid eight florins?"
  
  > ask the horse about the auction
  I perch near the livestock pens. "Hello, I---"
  
  "No time to talk! Can't stop moooooooving! The farmer might come back!"
  
  "...sold!" The merchant steps up to the block, pays the auctioneer, takes the stock, and sits down again.
  
  A small group of cows crowds together, their eyes darting around.
  
  > look at the cows
  There are more kinds of animals here than I can count. There must be, like, ten different kinds. They're currently alive, which is not the most delicious state for an animal, but I can dream.
  
  The auctioneer fishes around in the coffer, pulls out a stock, and puts it on the auction block.
  
  "Now, who wants to own these fine shares of Majestic Snake Company?" he asks.
  
  A depressed horse mutters something about glue.
  
  > sell the vase
  There's no place to sell anything here.
  
  "...sold!" The merchant steps up to the block, pays the auctioneer, takes the stock, and sits down again.
  
  > Go southwest
  Big Street, North End
  This is the heart of Moneyville, the financial district. There's a bank, the stock market, money changers--- you want to spend and get money, you come here. This is a terrible part of town for getting food, but it's a great place for shiny, shiny gold. Everything here sparkles. Yeah...coins everywhere....Oh, sorry. I spaced out for a minute there.
  
  I can go west deeper into the city if you want me to get harrassed by guards. The bank's east of here and the stock market's northeast, and Big Street continues to the south.
  
  There's a black cord running from the guard tower to the bank.
  
  > Go west
  This is Mindo Street. I think Mindo was the chancellor a long time ago or something. There's a statue of some ugly human here. The guard tower is north of here, a big, oppressive stone thing. I always feel like I'm about to fly into it even when I'm nowhere near it.
  
  There's fields or farms or something southwest of here, which is less likely to contain snacks but also less likely to smell like people. Big Street's back east, and the wharf is to the west.
  
  > examine the statue
  It's a tall, skinny old man. He's wearing a suit that's definitely my style; it's got at least twenty buttons, and at least ten of them are superfluous. It's a suit that says, "I would be in at least five different colors if I weren't made of stone." I already hate this guy less than I hate most humans. The stone itself is polished red granite, which implies to me that the statue is a few hundred years old; granite fell out of favor after the Neo-Blockade movement.
  
  Oh, and there's also a plaque beneath the statue.
  
  > read the plaque
  According to the plaque, the statue depicts Wingworm Mindo, Chancellor of the Kingdom from blah blah blah to blah blah. Founded the livestock markets yadda yadda, thus bringing Commerce to the city. He was apparently named in an ancient tradition in which children weren't given names until they survived their first disease. He had two sisters named Blue Fever and...Syphilis? What? Is this a joke? Oh, I guess it was; that last bit was in crayon.
  
  > Go west
  This is where all the big ships coming in from Pancake Bay (pancakes are round) dock and unload goods. We primarily export fish and financial instruments. The rest of the Gordanian kingdoms send us textiles, livestock, and money. I can see several boats out on the bay, but there aren't any docked now. Mindo Street is back to the east.
  
  There's a scarecrow on a stool here, wearing a sign around its neck. Next to it is a barrel with a suspicious chalk circle around it.
  
  Someone has left a fishing rod here.
  
  I can also see a chalk circle (which contains a barrel) here.
  
  > look at the circle
  There's a chalk circle drawn on the dock around the fish barrel.
  
  > Examine barrel
  This is an old wooden barrel. It smells slightly rotten, but the rot-smell is drowned out by the delicious smell of fish within.
  
  > look in the barrel
  Fish! Hey, is that a salmon?
  
  > take the salmon
  I'll have to enter the circle first.
  
  > enter the circle
  I can feel a faint eldritch humming in the air as I step into the circle.
  
  > examine the sign
  "No stealing fish! Seagulls, this means you!"
  
  Pssh. Seagulls can't read.
  
  > pour dye on the circle
  Hey, you made this! It's your Fishing-Rod-With-Self-Baiting-Hook! Somebody is using something you made! Or, well, maybe they were at some point; they've apparently abandoned it. It still counts as a sale, though. There's no line or hook on the fishing rod; it looks a lot like a tree branch.
  
  I don't think that will hold dye.
  
  > Rub circle
  Good idea; the circle's probably magical in some way.
  
  ...Hmm. I can't actually erase it. That must not be normal chalk. It's like my wings pass right through it.
  
  > examine the scarecrow
  The scarecrow is a human-shaped and roughly human-sized figure made of cloth. It has a rough, cartoonish face painted on it, and a sign hangs around its neck. It's wearing some overalls, and it's not not wearing a hat.
  
  > take the overalls
  I don't have the dexterity to remove the overalls from the scarecrow. Hey, boss, have you humans contemplated nudity? It's a lot simpler. Actually, now that I consider the image, don't do that.
  
  > look at the hat
  Hey, it's your un-hat! You created it by accident when you were trying to make your Infinite Closet. It's a hole in space shaped like a hat. I still remember the slogan, "The Un-Hat: It's what the unfashionable people aren't wearing!" I really thought that one was going to catch on.
  
  > wear the hat
  Hey! No clothes on the bird! I'm not one of those little yappy dogs.
  
  > Examine barrel
  This is an old wooden barrel. It smells slightly rotten, but the rot-smell is drowned out by the delicious smell of fish within.
  
  > take the salmon
  Taken.
  
  Now I can hear the humming and not just feel it. Something is rumbling beneath the circle.
  
  > Go outside
  Sproing! Some sort of weird magical glowing beams are
  shooting up from the circle and--- help! They're surrounding me! The beams coalesce into a sphere barely large enough to contain me, then solidify into iron bars as their glow fades. Help, boss! I'm stuck in some sort of freaky magical cage! Let me out!