Greenvalley Forest

Leaves are rustling in the wind, birds are singing in the branches, and dappled sunlight falls on the path. The forest is as charming as you thought it would be. Your legs enjoy the exercise and your lungs savour the fresh air. And the green! Everything is so green here. No wonder the place is called Greenvalley.

A branch cracks. Then another. A foul stench blows from the side, like rotten eggs. Is it sulphur?

You look to the side. Behind the bushes, a pair of red eyes watches your every move. No, not one pair, three pairs. Three heads and one massive black body. It’s a dog and yet, it’s most certainly not a dog!

What do you do?


Attempt to do magic.

Cry out “Sit!”