This is probably the least-defensible place in the whole park, and Gylfie knows it. It's big and attention-grabbing and unwieldy and not even very good in terms of shelter. Her last hiding place turned out to have a cozy little family of disturbingly large spiders living in it, though, so it's here until further notice.

She's hungry and thirsty and she feels horribly exposed, especially given that the best weapon she could forage is a long, sadly soggy piece of wood. She presses her back against the column in the center of the merry go round and hopes no one happens by until she's rested enough to keep looking for a better hiding place.