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turns out twee, the plain text twine format, is dead simple. a little sed and a recfmt template, and now we have twine support! installed tweego[1] and now i have a little html pipeline! and with the twison format library[2] i also get a json object of the whole game in case i want to embedd it in some other framework or something. the only kind of annoying part is that instead of generating json, it generates a preformatted html tag full of the json object that is created on the fly with javascript. so you can't just dump the contents. you have to open a browser and copy the contents of the div to a file. unless you use like, a headless browser or something. [1]: https://www.motoslave.net/tweego/docs/ [2]: https://github.com/lazerwalker/twison
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CORNQUEST!
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or, a revelation
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0 you come across a
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small clearing,
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You wake up in in the middle of
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the comfort of which is a small
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your own bed, in cottage on tall
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your own room. wooden legs. Goto
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You open your 31.
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eyes to see the
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golden sunlight 2
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come streaming in
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through your win- You sneak up be-
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dow. Golden like hind a couple of
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ears of corn. You the old aunties
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suddenly remember and drop some
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what day it is. eaves on them.
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It is the day of You are super
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the Harvest Fes- stealthy! They
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tival! You throw are whisper argu-
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back your fa- ing about whether
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vorite corn print the Corn Mother
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bed covers and has abandoned us,
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leap out of bed. and whether that
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You've been look- means the corn-
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ing forward to beast will leave.
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this day all Leave! It can't
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year, and you al- leave! Without
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ready know ex- the cornbeast,
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actly what you're there will be no-
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going to wear. If body to protect
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you wear a pretty the fields! We'll
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corn dress, goto be totally de-
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38. If you wear fenseless! Goto
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rugged corn bib 27.
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overalls, goto to
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61. 3
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1 You get out your
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trusty corn knife
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You start to and start slash-
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sneak sneakily ing at the web
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around the web, with reckless
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and do so suc- abandon! The gi-
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cessfully, the ant spider swoops
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spider none the down and puts a
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wiser to your quick stop to
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passage through such unsanctioned
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its lair. Good buffoonery. You
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job! You trek are paralyzed and
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deeper and deeper cocooned and
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into the forest, don't even feel
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losing track of it when the spi-
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the path behind der's venom jel-
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you. Eventually lifies your
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insides. THE END. giant. It stops
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playing its dou-
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4 ble flute and
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turns its keen
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You step off the eyesight in your
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worn path and direction, spot-
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push your way ting you in-
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through dense stantly. It walks
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growth. Twigs and across the backs
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brambles snatch of its flock of
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at your ankles clouds, and in
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and elbows and just a couple
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brush none too strides is close
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gently against enough to pluck
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your cheeks. One you from your
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such brush of the cloud. You grow
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cheek is espe- dizzy as it lifts
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cially sticky and you up to roughly
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grabby. You swat shoulder height.
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at your cheek and It speaks softly
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your hand comes but its voice
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away sticky. You still booms,
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look up and find "What are you do-
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that you have ing here, small
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nearly walked folk?" Be direct
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right smack dab and ask about the
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into an enormous Corn Mother's
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messy spider web. talisman: goto
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It spans tree 30. Be a little
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trunk to tree sneaky and try to
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trunk, connecting soften the giant
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half a dozen up first: goto
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large trees in a 37.
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sloppy woven ta-
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pestry. Up above 6
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you, a large
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black and yellow When you look
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spider appears to around, when you
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be dozing. Back search your mind
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to the path! Goto and your feel-
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68. Cautiously ings, you know
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walk around the the giant's story
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web, goto 1. Get to be true. The
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out your corn crop dictates al-
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butter knife and most every facet
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start hacking and of your life:
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slashing! Goto 3. where to live,
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when to plant,
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5 when to harvest.
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Working the earth
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You jump up and is back breaking
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wave your arms work. It drives a
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over head and wedge between you
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yell at the and the crows and
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the other crea- than stone. There
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tures that are stories that
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threaten the the giants of old
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crop. It tethers used to live in
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you in place, for great floating
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the crops must be castles. You won-
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tended to. De- der whether you
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stroy the talis- could collect
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man: goto 50. cloudstuff if you
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Return the talis- had the giant's
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man to the vil- shears.. Yes,
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lage: goto 51. grab them: goto
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64. Let's not be
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7 too greedy now:
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60.
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You have a fan-
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tastic time play- 9
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ing tag. Three
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Fingered Gerald You tuck yourself
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plays a little into a crevice in
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too rough, tag- the rocks to get
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ging the other out of the blis-
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kids too hard and tering wind, and
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knocking them wrap your arms
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over. But you are around yourself
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too fast for for warmth, and
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Three Fingered wait. Where
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Gerald. They there's a flock
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never catch you. of clouds,
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You all have a there's guaran-
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great time, and teed to be a
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then you decide cloud shepherd
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to scurry along. nearby. Eventu-
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Goto 12. ally. Against all
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odds, you start
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8 to doze off. Goto
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46.
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You grab the
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steel and crawl 10
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out of the pouch.
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You greedily eye You scoop the
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the shears. Cloud little fella up!
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shepherds alone You laugh with
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are able to speak delight as it
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the language of flips and jumps
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clouds, and pos- and rolls around
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sess the ability in your hand like
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to shear them and a little jumping
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harvest their bean! It finally
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cloudstuff, and settles down,
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to shape and stands up, and
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harden the cloud- points to a spot
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stuff into a ma- at the treeline,
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terial harder commanding you
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forward like the plaza. Every
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George Washington year during the
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crossing the harvest, the vil-
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Delaware. You lage sets aside a
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shrug and start portion of the
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walking that di- harvest for the
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rection, and the Corn Mother. And
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whelp impatiently on the night of
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hops down to lead Harvest Festival
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you forward. Goto Eve, the Corn
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47. Mother comes and
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takes the offer-
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11 ing, and in the
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morning everybody
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The cloud is mov- wakes up and
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ing faster than there are lots of
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it looked like, presents and
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and your arm tugs feasting and
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painfully in its dancing! It's the
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socket as you best! Goto 34.
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refuse to let go
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and are dragged 13
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across the peak
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and then into the You eventually
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air. The trees of find your way
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the forest far back to
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below look like a Eerievale, to the
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miniature paint- woods, and to the
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ing as you haul Corn Mother's
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yourself up and hut. You return
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grab another the talisman to
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handful of cloud- her, and she is
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stuff. Hand over powers are re-
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hand, you clamber stored. She sum-
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scramble up onto mons the Corn
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the top of the Beast who fights
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cloud. You roll off the dire
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onto your back crows, and peace
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and try to catch is restored. The
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your breath. corn festival
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Eventually, with continues every
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nothing else to year as it always
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do, and quite for the rest of
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comfortable nes- your days, and
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tled in the for your children
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cloudstuff, you and your chil-
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drift off to dren's children.
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sleep. Goto 41. In fact, one of
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your grandchil-
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12 dren is about to
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awaken right now
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You run through on the morning of
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the streets of the corn festi-
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Eerievale toward val. They are
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terribly excited. the year! If you
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Goto 0. choose to play
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tag, goto 7. If
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14 you play hide-
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and-seek, goto
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No. You should 32. If you play
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never play Lava Lava Monster,
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Monster. Go back goto 14.
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to 16.
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17
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15
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The giant tells
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You decide to try you of an ancient
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to get closer to war between the
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the clouds. You small folk (you)
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climb the bald and the corn
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rocky spire, oc- mother. In this
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casionally slip- story, it calls
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ping and back- her the Maize
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sliding, but mak- Witch. And in
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ing progress this story, she
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overall, and won and enslaved
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eventually you the small folk,
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make it to the forcing them give
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top of the spire up their nomadic,
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at the top of hunter-gatherer
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Mount Char. The ways and instead
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living clouds are live in villages,
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now so close that where they are
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you can almost cursed to ever
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reach out and work the earth
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grab them. In and grow corn.
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fact, one drifts The Maize Witch
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close by and was able to work
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you're able to her magic such
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reach out and that the small
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grab a fistful of folk forgot the
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cloudstuff. Goto war, and were un-
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11. able to concieve
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of themselves as
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16 enslaved by agri-
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culture. Indeed,
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You join in the they imagine
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games. A bunch of themselves mas-
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your friends are ters of the
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here: Three Fin- earth. The giant
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gered Gerald, Ec- tells you that
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centric Kevin, you now know the
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Dale. Even Stan- truth: that the
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dard Ed has come corn mother is
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out to play! It's your protector in
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the Harvest Fes- the same way that
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tival after all! a jailer protects
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The best day of their prisoner.
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It gives you the tall. You run
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talisman and of- away! Goto 56.
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fers to return
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you to the 21
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ground. Return
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the talisman to You grab your
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the corn mother: lucky lapel pin
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goto 13. Accept from under your
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the giant's story pillow. It is
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as truth: goto 6. small and pointy,
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in the shape of a
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18 corn cob. There
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are even little
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"Insolent little ridges and
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whelp." The Corn grooves all over
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Mother turns you the pin so that
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into fertilizer it feels like it
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for her crops. has corn kernels!
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THE END. Very lucky in-
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deed. You pin it
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19 by your collar.
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There, now you're
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You leave the are ready for
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plaza and run anything. ...Just
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down Corn Street to be sure you
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through the also slip your
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Golden Gate out lucky corn-shaped
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into the fields. rock into your
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Almost all of the pocket. Okay now
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corn has been you're ready! You
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harvested already run to the
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so you have clear kitchen. (You
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sight all the way never go anywhere
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to the forest at anything less
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edge. Unbeliev- than a full run.)
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ing, you spin Breakfast is corn
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around in circles grits and corn-
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three times just bread. You eat
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to be sure it's quickly. It's the
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true: the corn- Harvest Festival
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beast is gone. after all! The
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You sink to the best day of the
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ground in de- year! You run
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spair. Goto 44. outside and down
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the street, away
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20 from your house
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at 144 Cobb Lane.
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The dire crow There are a bunch
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caws loudly and of kids playing
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beats its wings games out in the
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and lunges at corn fields. They
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you, its razor call your name,
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sharp beak as and you're
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long as you are tempted to join
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them. But you For a price. To
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also want to go offer the crow
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see the goings on your favorite,
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down at the corn lucky corn pin,
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altar! The altar goto 22. To
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can wait, time to refuse, goto 33.
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play: goto 16.
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Games are for 24
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stupid babies!
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Time to visit the You tell the
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altar! Goto 12. whelp to get
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lost. Shoo!
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22 Skedaddle, you
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rotten little
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You acquiesce to crabapple! You
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the crow's de- gently nudge the
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mands, and pluck corn whelp away
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your lucky corn with your foot,
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pin from your and it topples
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collar. You hold over. It jumps up
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it up so that the and pulls out a
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light glints off long thorn and
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it, and the crow stabs you in the
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scrutinizes the foot. Ouch! You
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shiny. It nods. little rascal!
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You hold it out, You bend down to
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and the dire crow scoop the whelp
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gently takes the up and give it
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pin from your what for, but it
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hand. Phew! It skitters away and
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lays down and ex- scampers off to-
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tends a wing and ward the tree-
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you climb up onto line. Follow that
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its back. Soon whelp! Your honor
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you are flying demands it! Goto
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through the air 47.
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toward Mount
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Char. Goto 54. 25
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23 You decide to not
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push your luck by
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The dire crow going bushwhack-
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stares at you ing in the under-
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with its black growth. Good
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alien eye and thing, orienteer-
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then clucks, ing was never
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scratches in the your strongest
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soil, and crooks activity in Corn
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one wing: it saw Scouts. Eventu-
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a flock of clouds ally you catch a
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grazing at the whiff of fresh
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top of Mount baked bread on
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Char, and will the breeze. You
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take you there. follow the scent
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to a small clear- disapprovingly.
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ing. The smell is You pick yourself
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coming from the up and dust your-
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chimney of a self off, patting
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small hut stood yourself down.
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up on wooden You straighten up
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legs. Goto 31. your lucky lapel
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pin. You squeeze
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26 it tight between
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your fingers and
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You notice some squeeze your eyes
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movement inside shut. Okay this
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one of the eggs is not the time
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through its thin to panic after
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translucent all. This is the
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shell. You lean time for decisive
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in to take a action. If you
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closer look. The decide to go look
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shell cracks and for the cornbeast
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a hatchling dire goto 19. If you
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crow bursts out go home and hide
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and flies through under your bed
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the air right to- goto 62.
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ward your face!
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It collides into 28
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you and you both
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fall over. It Shhhhh. SHHHHHH.
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sits on your Shhh. You coddle
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chest chirping and comfort the
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pitifully and dire crow hatch-
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flapping its tiny ling which, al-
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wings. Try to though merely a
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sooth and placate couple of minutes
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it before it old, is already
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wakes anybody up: almost as big as
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goto 28. There's you are. You
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no time! Grab the stroke its feath-
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bird and run! ers and pat its
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Goto 43. beak and it
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slowly calms down
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27 and stops making
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a fuss. It looks
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You scream and at you and cocks
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panic and run its head and coos
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around in circles softly. Looks
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until you trip like you made a
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and fall down. friend! Let's
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You have dirtied get out of here.
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up your clothes Goto 36.
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and skinned you
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knee. One of the 30
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old aunties
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nearby clucks at You tell the gi-
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you ant about your
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village and the Corn Mother. She
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corn mother and stares at you in-
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the dire crow, tensely, her thin
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and you ask if it lips pressed to-
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knows where the gether in a
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talisman is. straight line.
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"Yes, I have your If you cry out,
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necklace," the "What the hell
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shepherd says. "I Corn Mother! Why
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bought it from a did you abandon
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crow for a small us!" goto 18.
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amount of wool. You drop to your
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Would you now buy knee and kneel in
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it back from me? respect. "Corn
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I will sell it Mother! How can I
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you. The price is serve you?" Goto
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that you shall 65.
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know the truth.
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Do you accept?" 32
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Accept the trade
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offer: goto 17. You play hide and
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Refuse: goto 66. seek. You are so
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good at hiding
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31 that the other
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kids never find
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You approach the you. You eventu-
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hut. It smells of ally get tired
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fresh baked and fall asleep,
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bread, and your but not for too
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stomach rumbles. long: your snor-
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You knock on the ing wakes you up.
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door. A weak, You decide to
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reedy voice in- leave and seek
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side beckons you out other Harvest
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inside. You cross Festival festivi-
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the threshold and ties. Goto 12.
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see an old woman,
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as tall as three 33
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humans, and as
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thin as a blade "No way, Jose!"
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of grass. She You shout at the
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bends over almost crow. It shrugs
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double but still flies away. Prob-
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takes up nearly ably to go de-
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all the space in- stroy Eerievale,
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side the hut. Her your home, and
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fine golden hair all your friends.
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falls in cur- You retreat back
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tains, covering to the treeline
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most of her face. and watch the gi-
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Though you've ant groundhogs
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never seen her scurry to and fro
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before, you know betwixt the many
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this is her: the mounds. Goto 56.
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34 dire crow eggs.
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You back out of
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Eerievale's five the hatchery and
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major roads all descend deeper
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converge at the into the dire
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village plaza: crow warrens. Up
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High, Broad, ahead you hear
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Church, Corn, and one of the giant
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Wine Streets. You groundhogs snuf-
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come tearing up fling about, and
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Broad Street at a you dart down a
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full sprint. The narrow branching
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closer you get to tunnel to avoid
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the plaza, the it. Good news:
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more you get the you avoided the
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feeling something groundhog sentry.
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is wrong. The Bad news: you re-
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decorations are treated directly
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all up but nobody into the chambers
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is singing or of a very irate
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hollering or dire crow. It
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laughing or doing pecks you to
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the Corn Chant. pieces. THE END.
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Or talking, re-
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ally. You arrive 36
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at the Corn Al-
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tar, and then You backtrack as
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gasp out loud and quickly and as
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skid to a stop quietly as is
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before it. The possible while
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offering, the carrying / drag-
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pile of ears of ging a baby dire
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corn, is still crow. Soon you
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lying on the al- are back at the
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tar where it was entrance to the
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placed last warrens. You ab-
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night! People are scond into the
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milling about, night and back to
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whispering and the relative
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casting quick, safety of the
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fearful glances treeline. Well
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at the spurned that was a bust!
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corn. Go check- You snuck into
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out the corn at the warrens to
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the altar: Goto find the corn
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40. Listen in on talisman, but all
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some of the you got was this
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adults: Goto 2. dumb giant baby
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bird! Goto 45.
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35
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37
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You wisely decide
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not to mess You tell the gi-
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around with the ant you were out
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cloud gazing! And keen on trying to
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then you heard steal from the
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its beautiful mu- giant, but you
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sic! And you were are hungry enough
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so captivated you to go see if
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just had to know there are any
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who could produce bread or cheese
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such melodies! crumbs: goto 52.
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The shepherd nar-
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rows its eyes at 40
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you. "I don't be-
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lieve you. Are omg it's just ly-
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you telling me ing there! Why
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the truth?" Dou- has the Corn
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ble down on your Mother forsaken
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story: goto 63. us? What does it
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Admit the truth: mean? What will
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goto 30. we do? To go into
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a panic goto 27.
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38 To remain calm
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goto 58.
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You slip on a
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lovely corn pat- 41
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tern dress. Yes,
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you look awesome. Later, just as
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It twirls when the sun is set-
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you spin around. ting, you hear a
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And it has pock- mournful sound:
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ets! Which re- carried by the
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minds you... Goto wind, the droning
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21. melody of a low,
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sorrowful double
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39 flute. You sit up
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and look around
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The giant herds in time to see
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the clouds for the clouds,
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hours upon hours stirred by the
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without ever music, start to
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noticing you. flock toward its
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Eventually it source. In the
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stops and makes distance you can
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bedding out of a see it: a moun-
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bunch of clouds. tainous shepherd
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It eats a crust astride a large
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of bread and some cloud, as tall as
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cheese, and then twelve men, its
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plays softly on flute the size of
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its double flute a small tree. Its
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until it falls shears hang at
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asleep. This is its side and
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your chance to go glint in the
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see if it has the moonlight. If
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talisman: goto you try to get
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42. You're not the giant's
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attention goto 5. the hatchery.
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If you attempt to Goto 36.
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hide from the gi-
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ant goto 57. 44
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42 You feel some-
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thing brush
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You sneak up against your an-
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close to the gi- kle. You look
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ant. It wears a down to see a
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large pouch on corn whelp. A
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its belt next to kernel sprite. A
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its shears. You sort of golem
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lift the flap and made of dried
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peer inside. It's kernels and corn
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full of bread and husk tied to-
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cheese and flint gether with
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and steel and a golden cornsilk.
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tinderbox. And a There's only one
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necklace of cornbeast as far
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strung glass as anyone knows.
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beads resembling But there are
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popcorn. The Corn dozens of these
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Mother's talis- little fellas.
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man! You crawl This one is paw-
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all the way in- ing and scratch-
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side the pouch to ing at you. Goto
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fetch it. Might 10 to pick the
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as will nick a little guy up. To
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few more things tell the whelp to
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while you're scram goto 24.
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here: goto 8.
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You got what you 45
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came for, let's
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get out of here: You spend a cou-
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goto 60. ple of days mop-
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ing around the
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43 woods next to the
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warrens. Because
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Argh, there's no of its dire crow
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time for this un- physiology, the
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sanctioned tom- hatchling doubles
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foolery! You snap in size and grows
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the bird's beak its adult feath-
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shut with one ers, and is soon
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hand, and awk- attempting short
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wardly scoop it flights on its
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up with both arms own. You spend
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(although just the nights curled
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freshly hatched, up on a bit of
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it is already al- cloudstuff fluff
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most as big as that came with
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you are!) and the no-longer-
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drag it out of quite-so-small
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hatchling. On the one, and separate
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twelfth day, Baby again. Their bel-
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(What? It needed lies flash with
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a name!) returns lightning as they
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from a longer posture aggres-
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solo flight and sively at each
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seems to abruptly other. A couple
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make up its mind of other clouds
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about something. drift by watch-
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It grabs the ing, including a
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cloud fluff in small fluffly
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its beak, and white cloud that
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stoops down and floats nearby.
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extends a wing, You think it
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inviting you onto might be within
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its back. You your grasp. You
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shrug and climb reach out to grab
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aboard. And then it and... goto
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you are flying 11.
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through the air
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high above the 47
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ground! The war-
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rens and the The treeline is
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misty lake fall thick and over-
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away and quite grown. Usually
|
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some time later, there's hardly
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you are flying any way into the
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towards a moun- woods unless you
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tain peak that can find a small
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juts up out of game trail. Ex-
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the ground like a cept now there is
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pole. A thick a rather large,
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rolling knot of perfectly round
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thick clouds circular opening
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gather around its cut through the
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peak. Goto 54. trees, bushes,
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grass, and vines.
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46 A perfectly round
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portal into the
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The rumble of forbidden forest.
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thunder jolts you Goto 62 to nope
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from sleep, what- away back home.
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ever dreams you To venture
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were having scat- through the weird
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tering. You peer round hole into
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from your crevice the forest, goto
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and see two liv- 68.
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ing clouds fight-
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ing. Both dark 48
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and heavy with
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rain, rumbling The Corn Mother
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deeply. They draws you toward
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crash into each a looking glass
|
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other, merge into hanging in the
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corner. She de- component of the
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scribes for you language that the
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how to get to the crow scratches
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crows warren, out on the
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tracing the path ground. After
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with one long several false
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talon of a fin- starts and more
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ger. As she than a couple em-
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speaks, you can barrassing misun-
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almost see the derstandings, you
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hazy path she de- finally under-
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scribes for you. stand that the
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The mountains, crow traded the
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the bog, the tall talisman to one
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spruce. Her words of the cloud
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become a hum as shepherds for a
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the vision fills large bundle of
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your head. You soft cloudstuff
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pitch forward as for its hatchery.
|
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the looking glass To return to the
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widens into a Corn Mother in
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glassy lake and defeat, goto 18.
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you fall in. Goto Ask the dire crow
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53. how to find the
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cloud shepherd:
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49 goto 23.
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The dire crow 50
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pins you down
|
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with one black You destroy the
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shiny eye as you talisman, and the
|
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delicately broach power the Corn
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the subject of Mother has over
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the Corn Mother's you and your vil-
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talisman. It lage. The dire
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blinks. And it crows do arrive
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bobs its head. and lay waste to
|
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Yes, it knows of the fields. But
|
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the talisman you then they leave.
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|
seek. You know You teach and
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very little Crow. preach the truth.
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|
It is a very com- Some of the vil-
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plex language lagers return to
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with verbal and the forests to
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somatic compo- hunt and gather.
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nents consisting Others remain be-
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of caws, clicks, hind and tend the
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chirps, and earth, but with-
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whirring; and out the rule of
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also hops and any monocrop. The
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bobs and flapping earth heals and
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of wings. Finally its bounty is
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there is a rudi- varied and plen-
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mentary written tiful. THE END.
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51 misty lake. It's
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hard to see
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You can no longer through the fog,
|
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take part in this but you swim to-
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|
life yourself. ward what you
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|
You will be a think is the
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slave no more. closest bank and
|
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But you cannot crawl up onto the
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free those who muddy grass. Af-
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will not allow ter you catch
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themselves to be your breath, you
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free. You return look around and
|
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the talisman to recognize where
|
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the village and you are from the
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give them the Corn Mother's di-
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choice. In the rections. The sun
|
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meantime you is a pale white
|
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teach and preach, disc, barely able
|
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and gather a fol- to penetrate the
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lowing. And you heavy clouds. You
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part ways, leav- walk away from
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ing the village, the lake towards
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never to return. the crow warrens.
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THE END. Goto 59.
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52 54
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You sneak up As you get closer
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close to the you can see a
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shepherd and flock of living
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search the clouds clouds grazing
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for any crumbs. around the moun-
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You find a few tain peak. They
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hunks of bread look like they've
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and cheese the been sheared rel-
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size of your fist atively recently,
|
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and are able to and look rather
|
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eat until you're docile at the mo-
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full. Then you ment. So it's not
|
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sneak back to likely that there
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your cloud and will be any
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burrow down deep storms any time
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inside and wait soon. The dire
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until the giant crow lands on the
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wakes up... goto peak and you dis-
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39. mount. It bobs
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its head at you
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53 twice and then
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leaves you. The
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You kick, and the wind is screaming
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frigid air burns up here. It is
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your lungs when barren and cold,
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you break the and there's no
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surface of the corn ANYWHERE.
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The clouds roll eventually creep
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around lazily in into a large room
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the air currents. insulated with
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Try to get closer cloud stuff.
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to the clouds: There are dire
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goto 15. Wait and crow eggs all
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see if the cloud over the floor.
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shepherd shows There is nobody
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up: goto 9. around. To check
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out the eggs,
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55 goto 26. Better
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leave those eggs
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You wait and alone! Goto 35.
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watch as the gi-
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ant rodents 57
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scurry around,
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digging and la- That thing is the
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boring. After a size of a small
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while of observa- mountain! What
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tion, you notice were you thinking
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a pattern in the trying? You make
|
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rotation of the yourself small
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rodents, and are and sink into the
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confident that soft fluffy
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you can approach cloudstuff and
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now without being hide from the
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seen. Goto 56. shepherd's gaze.
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Goto 39.
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56
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58
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You wait and ap-
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proach the war- Okay you got
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rens under the this. Take a cou-
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cover of dark- ple of deep
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ness. You hear breaths. There
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nary a peep from you go. This
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giant rodent nor doesn't necessar-
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dire crow as you ily mean that the
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sneak up to the Corn Mother has
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looming entrance turned her back
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to one of the on Eerievale. She
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warrens. You probably hasn't
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check to make withdrawn her
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sure the coast is protection from
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clear and then you, leaving you
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duck inside. The open to attack
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entrance is hard from the dire
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earth, packed by crows, right?
|
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countless ground- Right? RIGHT??
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hog and dire crow Goto 27.
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crossings. It
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slopes downward
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deeper into the
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warrens. You
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59 have a really
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nice looking corn
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Enormous mounds pattern on them,
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jut out of the and the bib
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earth like a wave pocket in the
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of goosebumps: front is perfect
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entrances to the for holding all
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warrens below, kinds of things.
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dug out by the Speaking of
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giant rodents which... Goto 21.
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that the crows
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keep as pets. To 62
|
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attempt a direct
|
|
approach, go to You run back home
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67. To wait and and hide under
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observe, and at- your bed. Eventu-
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tempt an indirect ally you hear
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approach, go to throaty, gurgling
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55. caws and the
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thundering beat-
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60 ing of wings as
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the dire crows
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|
You feel as descend on the
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though you have town. Without the
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indulged your cornbeast to
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greediness scare them away,
|
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enough. You have they rip most of
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the talisman and the village to
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a valuable length pieces. THE END
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of steel. You re-
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treat to your 63
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cloud and gentle
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coax it away from The giant frowns
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the herd. You at you. "You vex
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can't get it to me, small folk."
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land on the It flings you off
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ground, but you the cloud. You
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are able to steer have a little
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it close enough over a minute of
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to a tree canopy freefall to re-
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that you are able gret your tactics
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to climb off of before being
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it. The cloud dashed to pieces
|
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lazily floats on the ground be-
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away to rejoin low. THE END.
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the others as you
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climb down to the 64
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tree to the
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ground. Goto 13. You start to un-
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tie the shears
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61 from the shep-
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herd's belt when
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You pull on your the giant stirs
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overalls. They and claps a giant
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hand down over and yahoos, send-
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you. It pinches ing an alarm
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you between two throughout the
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fingers and lifts warrens that is
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you to its face, picked up and
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and it peers an- echoed by more of
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grily at you. the enormous ro-
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Goto 63. dents. Your ap-
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proach has been
|
|
65 noticed and an-
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|
nounced! At the
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"The crows stole sound the commo-
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my talisman. A tion, a dire crow
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necklace of crawls out of the
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strung glass earthen tunnels.
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beads. I am pow- It flaps its
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erless without wings, shaking
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it. And with it, itself clean of
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they hold power the dust. It
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over me. You must raises its beak
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fetch it for me toward the sky
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if I am to pro- and its throat
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tect you and your feathers bristle
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village once as it caws so
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again." Agree to loudly you can
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help the Corn feel it reverber-
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Mother: goto 48. ate in your chest
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Tough luck! Sucks bones. It flaps
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to suck! Goto 18. its wings and
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hops toward you,
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66 as tall as six
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men, and fixes
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The giant shrugs you with one ter-
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and sets you rible inky black
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refuse the pay icately about the
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the price, then talisman: go to
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there is no deal 49. Demand the
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to be made, small crow return the
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folk." It remains talisman: go to
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indifferent to 20.
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you until it is
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time to set out 68
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again. Goto 39.
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You step into the
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67 forest. Gulp! You
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don't know any-
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You march di- body who has ever
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rectly up to the been in the for-
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warrens like you est. Nobody from
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want to speak to Eerievale has
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the manager. A ever been any
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giant groundhog farther than the
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sentry stands up corn fields as
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far as you know.
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fully as the
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whelp dances
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around your feet,
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lunging and
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thrusting with
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its thorn,
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threatening to
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trip you up. You
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try not to worry
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too much about
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the ominous
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shapes and sounds
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coming from the
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pooling shadows
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to either side of
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the trail. To
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stay on the path,
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goto 25. To step
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off the path and
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explore, goto 4.
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