51.4 You have no trouble at all catching the snark, and decide to serve it with greens.

"Hmm.... " You say to your uncle, after taking a bite. "Are you quite sure people actually eat them?"

"It's a delicacy!"

"Oh!" You say, taking another bite. "It's delicious."

"Meager and hollow, but crisp." Your uncle states. "Like a coat that is rather too tight on the waist, with a flavor of will'o the wisp."

"Whenever did you taste will'o the wisp?" You ask.

"In college."

"Oh, of course." You say, with a contemptuous snort. "College."

"Do you have any interest in the head?" He asks.

"I don't want it. It's too gaudy looking for a trophy."

"I'll give it to a friend I know. He's obsessed with the 1970's."

"The 1970's?!" (This story takes place in 1904.)

"He's a bit ahead of his time, I suppose..."

And so you and your uncle fly back to your house. After thanking him for taking you on such a fun trip, and waving goodbye, you step into your house.

You are standing in a corridor with three doors...

> If you go into the red door, go to 3.2

> If you go into the orange door, go to 14.2

> If you go into the blue door, go to 7.1

> If you don't go in any door, go to 2.2