You steer your boat towards the stream in the middle. The birds and insects become more dense with tiny yellow moths joining the menagerie. It takes you only a couple of minutes to reach the shade of the large mangrove tree. You look around. The stream seems to have come to a dead end here. You paddle around the back of the tree and spot a tiny wooden door in the tree trunk between two roots. Before you can decide what to do next, the little door swings open. A fat green frog appears in the opening. The frog leaps at you without warning, landing with a slap squarely on your face. It frantically claws at your lips and forces its way inside your mouth. You begin to choke as it tries to make its way down your throat. You manage to grip its hind legs and sling it away into the water. You watch it swim placidly away through the water as if nothing had happened. You spit repeatedly as you grab your oars to row away somewhere else. You're immediately gripped with terrible stomach cramps and double over in pain. Sweat begins forming on your forhead and your face already feels hot. You think of the frog and wonder if it was poisonous. Your vision blurs, then fades. You awaken, unsure how much time has passed. You notice an unusual feeling in your mouth and realize something is moving inside it. You spit furiously over the side of the boat and a number of plump tadpoles splash into the water below. You can return to the fork and try the murky left path or the blind turn on the right.