"Let's go left," says Keen.  "It looks more peaceful."
	"Ah yes," says George.  "We wouldn't want our heads but off by the Ravenous BugBlatter Beast of Traal, now would
we?"
	"Whatever," says Street Scum, as the six of them began walking down the trail, which soon opens up into a field
that has thirty or forty windmills in it.
	Street Scum lets out a surprised yell.
	"What is it?" asks Keen.
	"Giants!" says Street Scum.
	"Those are windmills, you idiot," replies Keen.
	"Na', they're frikkin' giants," says Street Scum.  "If you feareth them then goeth offeth and prayeth!"
	"Rrrrriiiggghhhhtttt," says Keen.
	"I shall now doeth battle," proclaims Street Scum.  "Wisheth me luck!"
	With that he began charging after one of the windmills, despite the fact he was unarmed.
	"Aaaayyyyiiieeeee!" yells Street Scum once he reaches the windmill as a vane rams into him.
	Street Scum is lifted off the ground and begins going counterclockwise on the vane.  Once the vane he is on begins
going down on the other side of the windmill, Street Scum is dropped down about 100 feet onto his back.
	"Ow!" he yells.
	With Street Scum temporarily knocked unconscious, it is time to actually accomplish something.  The five of them
capable of movement split up, each exploring some windmills.  Being the youngest, Keen gets the ones farthest away, but
also the fewest.
	To simplify things, I will give the windmills numbers.  Keen has the last four windmills; windmills 39, 40, 41,
and 42.