The Willow Glade -- page 880

You fearfully look to see whether you have awakened the crocodile

You collapse upon solid, hard surface. Expecting that the crocodile has awakened to quickly glance into the trunk. Your mind spins when you realize that the golden trunk is merely a square foot in its dimension. Tiny red eyes belonging to a startled crocodile glow from within the darkness of the trunk. You instictively push the lid of the trunk closed. As you do so, the hazy white light that has surrounded you slowly diminishes into complete blackness.