“I had no idea where I was going, and tree trunks emerged from the blackness only when I got so close I almost hit them. I looked down, watching for roots that might trip me up, following Scarecrow’s running feet. We turned. My feet thudded across the hard dirt of the forest floor. We turned again. My legs twinged. The backs of my thighs were getting stiff already, and my lungs itched when I took deep breaths. I’d run too much today. I couldn’t say anything. I was NOT going to give u...p. Behind my head, Rat called out to Scarecrow, “We can’t just run. We need to find a path somewhere the Wolf can’t follow. Do you see anything? A rabbit hole? A fairy ring?” I didn’t know if I should be angry or grateful that he’d guessed I couldn’t last much longer. “There’s a break in the maze down there!” Scarecrow shouted back. She pointed, turned a corner, and pointed in a new direction.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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