But then the wind stopped blowing — and the thorny branches continued to move... And we heard a loud shout! ,

But then the wind stopped blowing — and the thorny branches continued to move... And we heard a loud shout! , who was watching our rear, pointed to a surging, crawling wall of green, filling in the path behind us! The surrounding thicket was coming to life. Its branches reached out with a soft swishing sound. Drops of sap oozed from their thorns, gleaming in the emerald dusk... The path was disappearing. There was no way back, and the clear space ahead was closing!