The bushes
rustle as Larry and Curly head off, while Mo peers down at her.
“Go back
to the last junction,” he tells her, “then turn left, and follow
that with a right.”
Fiona sets
off, following the instructions Mo gives her.
“We
haven't hit a dead end of a while now,” she says a little later.
“This may be working.”
“We
believe we have a route fathomed, if only the bushes would keep their
place. Turn left at the next, no turn right. Apologies, m'lady, we
are having to rewrite the route as we go along.”
He's just
finished speaking when a growl rumbles through the maze, loud and
hungry and almost certainly in pain.
“Poor
blind teddy,” it snarls.
