Hearing this, the beast
rumbles to its feet. It transfers Fiona to the crook of one arm,
while with the other it pulls part of the hedge out of the ground,
before turning to look at Strauss and patting him gently on the head.
“I think,”
says Fiona, “Our new found friend is asking you which way?”
“Then we
should proceed in that direction,” Strauss says, pointing to his
left.
The teddy
steps forward, ripping pawfuls of bushes from the ground and tossing
them aside.
“Just
continue in a straight line,” Fiona hears Strauss say, but her
attention and breath are caught by the swirling chaos of the
landscape around them.
