“I am Grace,” the girl replied, introducing herself. “I will do what I can, and first of all you should know that you have entered a maze. That is actually how I got my name. Have you heard of Amazing Grace, because that is me?”
Pip had heard a song with that title so he replied: “But I thought Amazing Grace was a song. What I really need to know is how do I get out of here and get home?”
Grace smiled and said: “Well, yes, you are right. I am a song too. We all are songs but most people don’t know it. We all are singers and songs in musical of life.”
“That is very interesting,” said Pip, “but whilst I can see you are very pretty, what is so amazing about you besides that?”
“Thank you for the compliment,” replied Grace. “You are about to find out why I am called Amazing.” As she said this she pointed to a section of the hedge and as she did so the thick foliage and twigs grew outwards in levels so they formed steps in the one part of it.
“Go on up these steps and then you will be able to get out of this maze,” the little girl said and smiled again. Pip really didn’t know what to say to that but he managed a thank you and did as Grace had advised. The twigs of the hedge had grown so tightly together that somehow they had formed a firm enough mass to support his weight. But only just, because he could feel his feet sinking into the steps as he climbed. As he reached the top of the hedge he was able to look over and what he saw was certainly not what he was expecting. On the other side of the hedge there were no more gardens, but a grassy cliff and a pathway leading down to a rocky beach.
“Thank you for getting me out of here,” said Pip to Amazing Grace, as he took one last look back at her and made his way over the top. She had certainly lived up to her name and promise. Pip wondered what he would find next as he set off for the beach.
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