Your pursuit of the bazaar black-robed figure takes you several hundred feet into the thick woods. You have no worries of getting lost due to the frequent “hoots” not very far ahead.
The chase takes you to an area where a shallow dark stream runs. At the stream the robed figure stops. It hops over the stream, turns and faces you only to hoot and plunge its head in the stream. Now dripping, the figure shakes and sprays water everywhere; it bobs its head bird fashion and looks at you.
In the dim light you realize that the figure is not wearing a robe but a very large black fuzzy bath towel. The towel, draped over the figure’s head, is so large that it covers the entire body. You also notice something else: on a loose collar around the figure’s neck is a large white pearl.
The towel figure then turns its head toward your hand holding the two jeweled keys obtained from the bridge. Perhaps it wants to trade? The towel figure hoots.
**This is where trails are mixed and paths are weaved, Now is the place where a Choice is conceived. **