Clover
neither simple, nor coherent.
Mike the Foxhog
You reach up, grab a twig, and shake it a bit. Some dead leaves and petals fall on your head, and a yellow egg falls into your arms. Two pronged antennae poke out from the bottom - you're holding it upside down!
♂
newt
You climb the bark a ways up and hook your arm around the trunk as you check out your choices. Pink... baby blue... not your style. Ooh, that one has pretty designs! You pull it close, and white feetsies poke out of the round end.
♂
You reach up, grab a twig, and shake it a bit. Some dead leaves and petals fall on your head, and a yellow egg falls into your arms. Two pronged antennae poke out from the bottom - you're holding it upside down!
♂
newt
You climb the bark a ways up and hook your arm around the trunk as you check out your choices. Pink... baby blue... not your style. Ooh, that one has pretty designs! You pull it close, and white feetsies poke out of the round end.
♂