The Secret of the Wishing well

Sinking my white into the bubbling mud, I followed Victoria into the dark forest. Pushing the wild branches aside, my foot led me into a meadow, with grasses as tall as a grown man and flowers as bright as the moon above. "Find the place where the moon would shine it's rays." Victoria said. So we followed the moon into the maze of overgrown grasses and soon our adventure was upon us.