A hairy little garden troll plomps onto the grass beside your left side. You look up and peer into two large dark purple bubbles accompanied with mossy green leathery skin and hairs here and there. Sitting on top of its head is a colorful flower crown beautifully woven in elegant twists. It reaches into its pocket, which you notice is made out of large deep green leaves as is the rest of the dress(?), and takes out a puny little flower. It stares at you, lowering its elvish ears and holds up the flower. It smiles(?) and says, "Garden the you welcomes. Home of you garden is. Little stay, big stay. Garden the all welcomes." The flower disappears and the troll waddles away gleefully, prancing across the grass. 

"Garden the you welcomes," you think and you enter the field.