And tally-ho, you turn round into a wall.

And into a portal.

Colours of sparking orange, whizzing blue, gloomy black bounce around like a mix between a jolly two year old baby and a bouncy ball.

And out.

Bam into a damp, sodden wall.


When you come to you feel like you have wings like a Robin, light as a Robin, a brain as witty as a Robin...
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Which isn't good.

Oops. You shake your head and groan. "Oh, boy oh boy. This is horribly annoyi.."


You stare at the locked arch door which is covered in thick strands of curling dark moss.

You shudder at thinking what this scarf of green reveals if you move it. Slimy creatures, stinky slugs, all sorts.

"Sigh."'
A'Tap tap tap tap.' echoes through.

People!

You tip toe ever so quietly away that you can hear your heart beating wildly.

Choice: Do you turn left or right?