Fred flees the gates

Fred's vision swayed back and forth. It was hard for Fred to keep all the recent events he'd experienced straight. His feet caught on the loose gravel of the footpath as he struggled not to stumble. There's a sound of rushing water by his feet. Is that a stream he's almost wandered into? Certainly, his feet feel a little damp. And his mouth is dry. Drier than he can remember it being.

And had the trees always been so interestingly colored? Or quite so.. mobile? "Ah. Wunderbar!" yelled a voice. Fred blinked as he steadied himself.

1. Fred sees a short man in a white coat strutting towards him
2. The fence that Fred steadied himself on recoils from his touch
3. Fred flees down the gravel path
4. The voice is coming out of a peculiar metallic box on a pole

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