North. South. East. Or was it West? Where did that mutt go? What was it the Jack-in-the-Box said about the Rocking Horse? Where's that happy music being played? Was I supposed to take the path on the left through the trees or the right near the recovery spring?
Back at the entrance, I resolve to be more careful to save his tiny, furry butt this time. I might actually read and focus on the instructions given when that colourful, swaying accordion fool gives it to me; and I might pay enough attention this time to make it to my destination (instead of looking for trouble).
