Your mother tucks you in and kisses you wellnight. As she closes the door, you drift off into a far, dreamless sleep.

When you wake, you are on woods floor. The trees have terrible shapes and the sound of evil is everywhere.

If you run around screaming, turn to page 15.
If you leave the forest, turn to page 19.
If you decide you must be making the scouting by looking out of tree, turn to page 59.