Aug 12, 2020 7:28 PM
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It's a brand new day! Bruce is curious what it has in store for him.

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Sunlight streams through the window of his tiny cozy cottage, which is just about exactly Bruce-sized, with a roof at just the right height for him to stand up under and a bed of just the right length for him to lie down in. There are two drawers underneath the bed, one slightly open with a glimpse of something bright red visible within. Next to the bed, there is a shelf, tucked into the corner of the cottage; just past the shelf, there is a narrow door in the wall opposite the bed, and next to the foot of the bed there is a wider door in the wall opposite the shelf.

It's not entirely clear whether he's been here before. It's not entirely clear whether he's been anywhere before. His surroundings look familiar, but he has no memory of them, or of anything else; on the other hand, there's no particular sense that he should remember anything from before he opened his eyes, no sense of anything missing. Everything is new, but nothing is alien. He's right at home.

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Everything is new and just as it should be. He climbs out of the cozy bed and opens the narrow door.

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Behind the narrow door is a smaller room containing some amenities whose function and purpose he recognizes, and that's all the narration has to say about that.

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Well then, outside must be the other door!

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It is indeed!

There is a small space around the house that is clear of grass, but outside of that, the green carpet runs all the way to the curve of the horizon in every direction, making pleasant swishing sounds as the wind ruffles its soft blades. There are only two interruptions visible from his doorstep: straight ahead, a small pond cradled in the shelter of several large boulders, and off to the left, a much smaller boulder flanked by two large pine trees. Here and there, the grass dips or swirls in a way that might indicate another obstruction, too small to show above it.

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Bruce bends down to run his hand through the grass, because it looks nice to touch, then goes off towards the pond, but quickly detours to investigate the nearest irregularity that might be an interesting thing on the ground.

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He was right, the grass is nice to touch. Pleasantly smooth, with a hint of roughness at the edges.

The thing on the ground turns out to be... a small grey rock, just the size for him to pick up in one hand.

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Oh neat, he has a rock now. What's the pond look like? Maybe he can swim in it.

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It's small, but not too small to swim in. The side facing his house is bordered only by the grass, but the rest of the pond is tucked into the arc of a rocky ridge that bends around it like a hug. The stones are tallest at the back of the pond, shortest near the front.

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Nice! He takes off his shoes and socks and dips a foot in the water.

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Pleasantly cool without being uncomfortably cold.

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Then he can just jump on in! Swimming: pretty neat.

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It is indeed pretty neat!

There are a few small fish in the pond, which dart around and shimmer prettily. Most of them flee his approach, but one sneaks up and attempts to nibble his toes with its tiny fish face. It desists after two unsuccessful attempts.

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Ooh, pretty! He wants to try to touch the fish but he expect he'd just scare them off. How deep does this pond go, can he walk all the way across it with his feet on the bottom or is there room to go underwater a ways?

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It's not so very deep but it is deep enough that in order to walk across it with his head above water he would have to be standing on the shoulders of a second, wetter Bruce. He can go underwater a bit. There are pretty sparkly rocks down there, stuck in some mud that makes the water around it murkier if he pokes it.

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Gosh, sparkly rocks! He wants to decorate the shelf around the edge of the pool with them, if he can scoop up a bunch without losing them in the murk.

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If he's careful about it, he can extract about ten of them before this activity stirs up enough silt to obscure the rest from view.

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Then he shall have a line of ten sparkly rocks on the edge of the pond! Actually, how about two rows of five, with the five biggest in one row and the five smallest in the other. There, that's excellent.

Now to get out of the pond and dry and reclothed for more exploring! There are still plenty of things on the grass to go check out.

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Should he explore further in the grass, he will find:

two more rocks, one of them pleasantly lumpy, the other one jagged and uncomfortable to hold;

a very small bush sprouting from the ground;

two more bushes behind the pond, their branches heavy with clusters of purple berries;

and a little baby version of those two large pine trees, standing no taller than his knee, barely visible amid the grass until he's right up close.

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Rocks! He puts the jagged one next to the pond where he won't step on it by accident.

Tiny trees and bushes! Those are adorable and he's so glad they exist.

Berries! Do they taste good?

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They taste delicious. Sweet and slightly tart. They also have a tendency to get berry juice all over his hands.

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Well, good thing there's a pond right there he can rinse his hands off in once he's done eating. Om nom nom.

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Om nom nom! Tasty fruits!

Once he finishes eating and rinses his hands, there is still this whole planet left for him to explore, should he so choose. There are plenty of little mysteries nestled in the grass, and one of the trees is doing a thing.

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Exploration: seriously the best. He's going to find every single piece of stuff in the gr--ooh, a tree doing a thing! What thing is it doing?

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It is making seeds! They look nifty. Big and round and pointed at one end and made of many many many little flaps all nestled together.

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