You were looking for a birthday present for your niece Isabelle, that was it. The toy stores along Regent Street were blaring out pop music and the window displays were garish scenes of animated computer violence. But down a dim Victorian arcade you came across a different kind of toyshop, with a peeling rocking-horse behind a grimy window. Perhaps in here, you thought...
Notes
Third place (out of six) in the First Annual Interactive Fiction Competition (Inform Division).