Mike's Maze, once more at loose ends, found something interesting in its lonely neglect.

Somewhere.

Everywhere.

Nowhere.

It cautiously approached the other Maze out of curiosity.

Only to be sucked in so that like two soap bubbles, the larger adding the mass of the smaller to itself, the larger, older, no ANCIENT, Maze started to absorb the smaller.

Mike's Maze struggled, pulling away.

Changed.

Not big changes.

Little ones.

Subtle ones.

Ones that would only be noticed if the watcher was paying attention.

And inside Mike's Maze, a little house on chicken legs rose clumsily upright and began pacing nervously among the dark trees of home.