Shephard's going to have to remember a few of those. Well, okay, all of those. You don't waste perfectly good profanity.

However, when navigating the maze no longer works, and cursing no longer works, and cutting your way free no longer works... well, he's gonna sit himself down on the ground and think a bit. He's tired. His right arm's starting to shake some. It's been a long walk so far and it's not getting any shorter. Might as well try thinkin'.

Eventually he looks up at the hedges and calls out, "Don't suppose you'd be so kind as to open up and let us through, pretty please?"


(What? The Green Faerie told him he had to ask the Big Damn Fish nicely before it would come out of the pond. Maybe it would work again.)