| On the Trail ... |
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| You chase after the quick little faerie, darting through the grass and swinging your arms at it. Finally, she stops to hover just out of arm's reach. "You catch more flies with honey," She laughs, then disappears without a trace. As you look around, you wonder what to do next. Do you ... Wander around a bit more? or Return to the meadow. |
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