As intriguing as spiral-horned rabbits may be, you're not in the mood for a sprint in the
meadows. You walk up the verdant hillside, revelling in the springy sensation of grass beneath
your feet.
From the top of the hill, you can see a lovely green-blue lake spreading out below. Feeling
rather warm from the climb, you decide to cool yourself in the emerald waters of the lake.
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As you approach the lake shore, you are startled by a large waterspout that jets out of the
centre of the lake. The column of water slowly moves in your direction, and you realize that
there is a lovely nymph in a daring state of undress lounging atop the waterspout.
"Well hello there," she lazily drawls, "have you come to hear me sing? Or are you another
brave knight, on a quest to the castle?"
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"Yes, I'm here to hear you sing." | "No, I'm not here to hear you sing." | "Castle? What castle?"