Trixie idles on her swing, sizing you up alongside Stephanie. Trixie's pigtails have lots of flyaway hairs and her red long-sleeved shirt is frayed, testament to a history of roughhousing.

"There's three of us and only two swings," Trixie points out. She winds her fingers around the links in her swing's chains. "So which one of you is going to push me?"

"Trixie," Stephanie says in a decidedly negative tone.

"You look pretty strong," Trixie says, looking at you. "At least you're bigger than the rest of us. How about you give me a push? I can't go as high as I want by myself."

To push Trixie, go to chapter 5.

To sit in the empty swing, go to chapter 11.