There's an old saying when you cross through Will-O-Wisp Woods to always stray on the path of Man. There comes a point where a fork splits along the way, not well known and not well seen but not well hidden. On one path the path is laden with pine leaves and the other is covered with wodden figures looking like bowling pins. Did this man take the path of needles or the path of pins? Either way, he strayed off the path, finding himself paying the consequences. While he changes and shrinks, the f...