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“The Great Pwalulu is an imposter!” You defiantly say with great force.

“What you say!” Pwalulu shrieks.

“I said your an imposter mister fish. The REAL Pwalulu is a great warrior. And he’s a raccoon, not a fish.”

“YOU KNOW NOTHING MORTAL!” Pwalulu expounds in a fierce and anger tinted voice. “You shall pay dearly for your impertinance! I shall make an asteroid fall on you silly human!”

You’re trying to think of how to reply when you feel something hard knock against the back of your head. You look up. There’s a squirrel in the tree above you, and he has about five acorns.

He drops another one just barely missing your head.

“Hey, Buddy.” you say to the squirrel. “That wasn’t exactly an asteroid.”

“The Great Pwalulu is an imposter!” the squirrel replies.

You turn back to the fish. “You see. Even that squirrel says you’re an imposter.”

“You’re all wrong.” says the fish. “Wrong, wrong, wrong. All of you! What could you possibly know about greatness. I am the greatest. As the eldest surviving member of the...”

You swiftly move away from the pond as the fish continues to expound his lengthy, ego-tripping diatribe. You look around the meadow and hope dearly that you don’t meet any more ego-tripping, talking animals.

Off in the distance you hear the most peculiar sound. It sounds like something between a wolf’s howl, and a parrot’s squak. You’ve never heard anything like it before, but for some strange reason it sounds calmly inviting. You head in that direction.

There appears to be a path at the edge of the wood that leads in that general direction. You take this path, and you’re on your way. The path is slowly winding upwards. In the distance is a lovely mountain peak. This mountain almost seems like it’s calling you. It’s almost as if the howling sound was an invitation from the mountain itself.

You work your way into the forest for about 20 minutes when just up ahead you see an ornately carved bench. On either side of where you sit are extremely realistic carvings of bears. You suddenly realize that there may be bears in this forest, but you have a sense of peace, and feel that if there is, then they have no intension of hurting you anyway.

After your legs have rested a few minutes, you decide to continue down the path. You lose track of time as you’re walking. You feel a warm seated type of peace where you feel like you could wander for hours if you chose to do so. You turn and follow several sharp bends, then the path levels out, and up ahead of you, you see an opening to a clearing. You head into the clearing.