g liquor.” He stood still a moment, his eyes bulging out of his head and his chest heaving up and down. When Lysander caught his breath he whispered, “But what a great aftertaste.” Lysander smiled a slaphappy grin and pressed on towards the great maze.The maze was huge, the size of ten stables stacked beside each other. The walls were unnaturally bright, like the color of a young caterpillar. Lysander quickly found the opening; it was large enough for a herd of African elephants to walk through. As he stepped through, the massive, intimidating walls shadowed over him. Inside, the maze’s walls took two directions, left and right. Lysander took another sip of his “magical” moonshine. His head spun round and he took the left. The grassy vines thrashed down from the walls, attacking Lysander’s face with its furious fingers. They clawed at his cheeks, digging into his skin like a hungry dog digs the earth in search for buried animal flesh. Lysander yowled in pain and darted through the twisty corridor, thrusting the vines out of his way with his bare fingers and arms.At last the creepers settled down and slid off his ripped skin. Lysander halted for a breath, gasping at the sharp pains he felt as the windy air harassed his open wounds. He wiped his dirty hair off his face and looked up to see where he was. He was facing a barren wall of stone. A dead end. Lysander lifted up his bottle of whiskey, still full in his hand, poured some liquid down his throat and made a run back for the start of the maze.You must be right with going right, Lysander reasoned. He began down the opposite end. The vines were still and mercifully did not attack his sore flesh. Lysander continued walking. It was almost a peaceful walk, skipping among the brilliant colors of the vines and the scattered dandelions at his feet. He began to enjoy himself perhaps a bit too much, because he hadn’t even no...
