A portal opens just behind the wooden beam to the left of the open stairway to the tertiary kitchen.
Webbed feet slide on the frost lining the shimmering portal...



flump,

whump,

frump,

yump,

glump,

thud!

YIKES!!!

Minding my own business, and all it takes is a drop of gin and here I am again...

Oh well!

Is there anything prehistoric roasting on the spit yet???

Quack!