>North to forest
>You go north.
>You walk through the beautiful autumnal forest, as leaves rain drift to the ground periodically in a lovely display of fiery colors. Juxtaposed against the day's heat, the effect it rather disconcerting.
>You reach a T-Intersection in the forest. The road you're on continues northward, while another road coming from the east intersects with it. Wriggle stands near a pole at the intersection. When she sees you, she calls out, "Freeze those knees, my chickadee!"
>bust a move
>vomit into lake
>In response, you cut a little rug in the Vanic style: hop spin spin. You don't feel so good for having done that, but you'd doing well enough. All for the better, since you left the lake behind. "Smooth moves, chombatta," says Wriggle.
>look for frozen frogs
>You see no frozen frogs, and cannot imagine anything would remain frozen for this long in this weather.
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