'You dash to the Princess. She hugs you, then points to a space between
two boulders. 'I know a way,' she whispers. 'Follow me.'
'We squeeze between the boulders and see a narrow, twisty trail. 'This is
the way,' cries the Princess. 'We must follow the narrow, twisty trail. It
will take us past the boulders to the edge of the enchanted, tangled forest.
The Trolls are afraid of the enchanted, tangled forest, and we'll be safe
from them there.'
'We race along the narrow, twisty trail, around a boulder one way, then
around another boulder the other way. We wiggle, wriggle, wind, and
even zigzag. The trail is as twisty as a corkscrew. The Trolls know
where we're heading, and they try to head us off.
'We're almost out of breath. 'Only a little way to go now,' the Princess
gasps. Two more zigs, three zags, a twist and a wriggle and we're at the
edge of the enchanted, tangled forest. We look back. The Trolls have
stopped. They know they must not approach closer to the enchanted
forest.
'The Princess waves good-bye. 'It was wrong for you to take me away
from my mother and father,' she calls across to them.
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