The mad scientist, a large white house cat in a lab coat, claws his way around the trunk of the tree where he has been hiding to get a good shot. With blow gun ready the cat takes a deep breath, and is about to fire, when you yell at the top of your lungs, “BANG.”
Shocked at the sudden angry noise, the startled cat jumps off the tree and scampers away with his white lab coat trailing behind.
The absence of the feline mad scientist leaves a dead silence and you wonder what happened. Surely, you think, that cat did not act on his own.
You are about to take the jewels and go to the statue in the field, when deep among the trees, in the corner of your eye, you see movement. A tall shadow steps out from the trees and then goes back. The premonition of being watched is realized when you hear an audible high pitched “Hoot!”
**This is where trails are mixed and paths are weaved, Now is the place where a Choice is conceived. **
*Go to the Fields