Staring blankly at the sign, you feel puzzled as to why they'd separate the guys and girls in a fair's
funhouse... what could be the purpose behind it? Since you entered alone and no one else seems to be around,
you decide to check out what you'd be missing if someone were to force you to follow the instructions and go
right. Pivoting, you head left...
Wooden walls close in around you as you enter the ark, twisting around sharp corners, funnelling you into the
bowels of the "ship." Fake-candle bulbs flicker in sconces every 10 feet or so, illuminating the tight, low-
ceilinged hall. The flickering takes on a slightly strobe-like quality, and you find yourself gazing at each
lamp you pass, a slight throbbing beginning to echo in your head, The lights grow dimmer and dimmer, seeming
more realistic by the moment. You shake your head, assuming the solitude and silence is affecting your
perceptions.
It's becoming difficult to see in the dim glow of the intermittent candles, so you reach your hand out to the
wall, it's surface feeling surprisingly rough beneath your palms. Your hands feel faintly itchy and tight,
sliding over the wooden planks. You stop for a moment, hoping your eyes will adjust to the lowered lighting,
and absent-mindedly lift your feet to flex your ankles... your toes feel cramped in your sneakers. Crouching
to scan the floor, you loosen the laces of your shoes to alleviate the increasing pressure. Your fingers feel
thicker and clumsier, and you squint at them, thinking the lighting (or lack thereof) has made your hands
appear larger, rougher and less dainty.
Rising your take a few more steps before yelping at a sharp pain in your feet! They are squeezed in your
shoes, the canvas bulging and constricting your circulation! Did you accidentally grab your little sister's
sneakers as you left the house tonight? Quickly, you yank the painfully-tight shoes off, wriggling your toes
on the smooth plank flooring with a sigh of relief.
Tying the laces together, you toss the shoes over your shoulder and continue on, twisting around more right-
angled corners than you can count. Just when you feel hopelessly turned about, despite there only having been
one way forward, you come to split in the corridor. Another sign hangs before you, this time giving three
directions:
< MAMMALS LEFT
REPTILES RIGHT >
^ AVIANS STRAIGHT ^