You... you could have fooled me with those! Those scissors!
[ Bruno calls back as he shoves his way past more corn stalks and straight into another spot in the maze. There, he pauses, rapidly looking one way, then the other. Which way, which way, which way, he'll go left! He turns that way, rushing down the new portion of the maze rather than going through the corn again this time.
He won't call out again, lest he gives up where he's gone, although there's nothing he can do to hide the sound of him running over the dry corn stalks and hay that litter the ground of the maze's many paths. ]
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[ Bruno calls back as he shoves his way past more corn stalks and straight into another spot in the maze. There, he pauses, rapidly looking one way, then the other. Which way, which way, which way, he'll go left! He turns that way, rushing down the new portion of the maze rather than going through the corn again this time.
He won't call out again, lest he gives up where he's gone, although there's nothing he can do to hide the sound of him running over the dry corn stalks and hay that litter the ground of the maze's many paths. ]