Go straight to the Maple tree.

As you approach, you see that there are copious amounts of maple syrup running down the tree trunk. You start to gather it in cupped hands and trickle it over the cold snow that you notice at your feet. You make all sorts of pretty shapes in the snow, admiring the way the maple syrup glistens as it slowly hardens in the coldness.

As you watch in wonder, some of the shapes begin to morph and take on a life of their own...with growing horror and a sense of impending doom you see that the syrup shapes look very much like the fudge demons that you thought you had escaped from only moments ago....

The End

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