Ireland

You see Fred, hog-tied, being carried away by some animatronic leprechauns. "This blimp'll make a lot of wolf skin slippers, to be sure!" says the leader.

"Noooo!" you cry as you chase them into a strange wood, where all the trees have shamrocks for leaves. You soon loose them and stand in the middle of the wood, gasping.

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