You are a traveling tinker, leading your pack mule through the forest. Branches criss-cross the path so much that you walk continuously in shade. Ferns and moss carpet the forest floor. The day is peaceful.
You are half a day from Bobeck village. You've traveled this route many times, to Frankfurt and back to Dresden again.
2) Take the left path to a meadow.
3) Take the right path to a creek.
You enjoy your lunch by a babbling creek, watching little fish dart in a calm bit of water. You gradually notice the croaking of toads has joined the sound of running water. One, two, three, you count the toads as you locate them. Eight, nine, it's funny how many you can find once you look carefully.
When you reach twelve it is a king among toads, easily four times the size of the others. It hops forward as you watch until it is directly in front of you. It croaks and drops a golden ring from its mouth, not two inches from the toe of your boot.
6) Pick up the golden ring.
7) Leave the ring where it is.
The toad observes you silently for minutes. Finally it croaks again and drops a second ring at your feet. Where the first ring was plain, this ring is circled by etchings of leaves.
When you continue to sit quietly, a third ring falls to the ground. In addition to etchings, it is adorned with a small golden rose. The fourth ring has a simply cut diamond in the middle of the rose.
14) Wait for a fifth ring.
15) Offer a trade.
"One moment," you say. Digging into one of your packs, you pull out a copper-bottomed tea kettle you've repaired. You place it next to the gold rings and take your seat. You watch the toad steadily.
The toad hops around the kettle, which is barely larger than itself. You notice that the toad and kettle have the same squat shapes. What a pair.
The toad croaks, apparently in approval, and works its way under the kettle. Carrying the kettle on its back, the toad waddles away between the stones at the creek's edge.
30) Follow the toad.
31) Collect the gold rings.
As soon as the toad is out of sight, you pad after it. You peer between and behind the stones but can't see where it has gone.
As you lean waaay over to look behind a grey stone with a white vein running through it like a spiral, you lose your footing and fall with a splash into the creek.
You push your feet down to stand up, but can't feel the creek's bed. It was only a foot deep! You can feel yourself being swept up in the current.
When your head breaks the surface, you see you're in a wide river lined with willow instead of the oaks you expected. An enormous fish's fin breaks the surface near you, as big as a sail.
60) Swim for shore.
61) Grab onto the fin.