text: > Shake tower
  In the dark forest outside the town boundries of Punster, chaos has been the order of the day. On a recent afternoon the daughter of a leading citizen of our town, out for a stroll among the tall pines, disappeared without apparent trace. Rumor has it that one strange, stand-alone door is the only means of escape from the forest. But no volunteer has yet been found to face the oddball nature of the place. That is, until now.
  
  You're in a clearing of a deep, dark forest.
  
  The odd sight of a lead house stands here under the trees.
  
  There is one door here that is not connected to any building and which is closed. Yet there is something radiant imbedded in it: A gritty pearl appears to shine on the door.
  
  > Pretty girl
  Tiny grains of sand fall from the pearl as it begins to pulse slowly with radiant red light, whose brightness soon becomes blinding. When you're finally able to move your arms away from your face, you can see a beautiful girl before you.
  
  The girl is radiantly pretty, but as she continues to "shine on the door," she kicks her feet angrily in the air.
  
  > dine on the shore
  This is the shore of a river, between two tributaries of the Rhine. A pile of rocks jutting from the beach into the river blocks your path along the shore.
  
  A pretty girl is sitting on the beach, holding what appears to be a pan of keys.
  
  > Can of peas
  The keys jingle together in the pan, as if simmering, and one key pops out of the pan onto the ground. Then in a sudden "poof" the pan is transformed into a can.
  The girl takes a whiff of the can of peas and scowls at it. "Yukko. Gag me with a spoonerism."
  
  From the looks of her very trim figure, the pretty girl is certainly in need of a square meal. But, being deprived of any kind of dining experience on the shore, she instead, by leaps and bounds, sprints toward the Rhine and dives headlong into the river.
  
  > get the key
  Taken.
  
  > look
  This is the shore of a river, between two tributaries of the Rhine. A pile of rocks jutting from the beach into the river blocks your path along the shore.
  
  You can see a can of peas here.
  
  > examine the pile
  Each face of the rocks has the same hungry, crazed expression that says "Feed me!"
  
  > give the peas to the rocks
  You scatter the green peas among the hungry rocks, who crack heads with each other in their eagerness to gobble them up. When the peas are gone, they devour even the tin can, which is loudly crushed as it disappears between several of the fed rocks.
  
  > Red fox
  With frightful expressions on the faces of the rocks, a loud rumbling avalanche sends them tumbling and splashing into the Rhine. Through the thick rock dust, you can make out a red fox trotting out of sight.
  
  With a new section of the shore open to view, you now observe the following sight:
  
  A queer old dean here seems to be the subject of a rare hazing experience. A tall leopard, standing up on its hind legs, is shoving him up and down the shoreline, creating quite a scene and kicking up sand all along the way. The dean, with his long grey locks flaming out like Einstein's, is hopelessly mismatched by the leopard and continuously gives up sandy ground to him.
  
  > Dear old queen
  In the distance you hear the first few bars of the British National Anthem as, before your very eyes, the dean is transformed into a reigning monarch in full regalia.
  Our shoving leopard stops to make a brief curtsy before the queen, then continues pushing her up and down the shoreline.
  
  > Loving shepherd
  The leopard changes its appearance from beast into man and changes its spots into a black suit with a white, wraparound collar. He takes out a black book and intones solemnly in a guttural Germanic language for a few moments.
  Closing his book with a hollow thud, the shepherd uses a stick to scrawl a two-line message on the shore. And then, looking with grand vision toward the tributaries of the Rhine River, our loving shepherd turns tail, walks away from the shore, and disappears in the distance as he leads between the Rhines.
  
  > read the message
  Since the two lines scrawled on the shore are written in the obscure language of sand-script, you're not able to comprehend their meaning.
  
  The queen marches away down the beach.
  
  > read between the the lines
  You gather the gist of the sand-script message to be: Follow your Shepherd.
  
  > follow the shepherd
  You follow in the precise direction of the shepherd. It's trecherous going, since you're travelling over dill and hail -- that is, pickles strewn along the paths, and ice chunks hurling from the sky. You eventually come upon an out-of-the-way spot along the now quite polluted river. It's a prime location for such a flagrant violator of anti-pollution laws as the old factory, between whose grimy gates you suspiciously enter.
  
  This is an old factory. A passage leads into a back room.
  
  The shepherd has placed his black book on the floor of the factory.
  
  In a seedy corner of the factory, you can observe a scuffle going on. As far as you can see, our loving shepherd is engaged in a tug-of-war with a large, man-sized rodent which appears to be a rat. The shepherd is struggling, with religious zeal, to pull some black-and-white cloth from the huge over-grown rat.
  
  Someone has left a bonfire going, as a large pile of foam is burning in the middle of the factory floor. Above the foam burning, an icicle is hanging down from the ceiling.
  
  The shepherd keeps struggling against all odds, with religious zeal, attempting to extract the habit from the large rat, which is fiercely clenching it in his snout.
  
  > examine the rat
  At the thick-haired shoulder, the rat stands tall as you. In it's buck teeth, which are the size of cheese wedges, hangs a habit.
  
  The shepherd keeps struggling against all odds, with religious zeal, attempting to extract the habit from the large rat, which is fiercely clenching it in his snout.
  
  > pull the rabbit out of the hat
  The big rat twitches its bewhiskered snout, and yawns a gap-toothed yawn, then incredibly shrinks down to the size, and now the shape, of a hat.
  
  You can see the black-and-white cloth folding in upon itself and twisting and wringing itself in a laundry-like fashion. With a final turning inside-out and the emergence of floppy ears from the cloth, it blooms gradually into the fluffy body of a rabbit.
  
  Abracadabra, Alacazam! With nothing up your sleeve (with the exception of your knobby elbow) you yank the scruffy rabbit, which is pedaling its lucky feet in the air, out of the hat.
  
  The shepherd turns into a leopard and, licking his chops, scampers away with the rabbit tucked under one claw.