venture back, all hope lost now, seeing the rusty sign. There was not a chance;
you thought, that the three of you ever reach that city without being killed.
Fate it seems wanted these three to suffer the torments of their feelings. As
the group walked back slowly, head drooped, a flash of light appeared. A boulder
about two feet high, and level on the top blocked the path back. Here you
stopped, puzzled, not certain of the outcome, and so now must choose your
back in fear, without even looking at the stone (25)
the Curious George that you are, step up and examine the rock (35)