..When I was young, my grandfather never liked cats. He didn’t mind me having a dog though. But I was more fond of cats. I asked him one day why he felt the way he did.
“…Because dogs keep the mad scientists away,” he said.
..It took a few minutes to get him to explain what he said…
“..When I was young, I thought I could go into the state park at night. I didn’t fear the dark, didn’t know the danger that stalks…
“You’ll never see the white fur which seems to glow in the dark, or the eyes that reflect your flashlight,” he said, “You will hear neither the purring that comes down from his perch, nor smell the ammonia stench of his white lab coat flowing.. You won’t feel the prick of the blow dart or be aware of where you land…
“You won’t recall the taste of dead leaves upon hitting the ground, or see Dr.Winter, the large green eyes, watching and making his plans…
“So don’t find yourself in his laboratory. Be careful when you venture at night. Always be watching the trees. For you don’t know when Dr. Winter is watching. Be careful when you hear the breeze…
“He’s always looking for new test subjects, he watches, waits for the unwary…
“So get a dog, get a dog, grandson, and keep Dr. Winter at bay.”
–from “The White Cat of the Labyrinthine Woods” by Tyger G. Caterwauling, Summer Sunny Squashmare Publishers, Topeka, Kansas 1985.
Behind the mansion is a path through the Labyrinthine Woods you have not explored. Having survived a barrage of poisoned barbs from Dr. Winter, you and now on a path that continues to get darker. The path here has a sense of brooding. You hear rustling in the trees. You keep moving on the trail but it gets darker further inside the woods.
You hear an owl. Another owl answers the first owl’s call. A third, then a forth answer the first owl’s call. You look up expecting to see all these large birds, but instead it’s as if night has come early. The night sky, in this particular section of forest, has no stars. And the sky moves. Like ripples in a pond. Why does it move?
You now hear hooting sounds in front of you. A piece of the night sky has jumped to the ground. It now moves like the silhouette of a person crouching. Whoever it is is wearing a draped in a giant black beach towel. The figure starts to make monkey noises.
“Oo Oo oo ah ah ah ah ah! oo ah oo ah oo ah!”
Territorial sounds of owls: He says don’t get closer. This is why Dr. Winter did not pursue you into this trail. He knew better. If you go any farther you may be ripped to shreds. Or however these weird towel creatures kill their prey.
You are now between a rock and a hard place.
This is the crossroads where paths are woven,
Now is the place of a road newly chosen. **
*Try to ward off the towel owls
*Get Dr. Winter to call off his pets
Stay tuned, hikers!
You go first, I’ll just stay here.
You choose to continue your hunt for the remaining jewels. Once found, then you can answer the message of the person calling for help in the Labyrinthine Woods. The white cat in a lab coat casually goes around the corner of the mansion. What’s around that corner?
You already know the cat is able to use poison darts from a bamboo blow gun he stores in his lab coat. Cautiously you sneak around the corner. No sign of the cat. It’s worth the risk. To your left is a stream that runs along a dug out gully. There is a bridge roughly 200 meters. To your right is the back of the mansion, just a wall of marble stone slabs bonded by mortar. In front of you is a path that leads to the Labyrinthine Forest. It’s a path you have never explored.
Oh, look, it’s that cat in the lab coat. Never mind him. Cover your neck, maybe he won’t shoot you. You move along toward the bridge. Uh oh. There’s another cat in a white lab coat. You run into the forest even as poison barbs fly all around. Once in the Labyrinthine Woods the barbs are no longer being shot. You turn around. The real white cat in the lab coat watches you but does nothing.
The path here has a sense of brooding. You hear rustling in the trees. You keep moving on the trail but it gets darker further inside the woods.
You hear an owl. Another owl answers the first owl’s call. A third, then a forth answer the first owl’s call. You look up expecting to see all these large birds, but instead it’s as if night has come early. The night sky, in this particular section of forest, has no stars. And the sky moves. Like ripples in a pond. Why does the sky move like that?
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