Bidding farewell to the Owl and his sweetheart, the Pussy Cat, Peter and Alice skipped off toward the chalk-drawn green forest in search of their missing friend, Gulliver. In the heart of the woodland, they discovered the brightly crayon-colored village of the little people. Finding themselves quickly surrounded by miniature mothers and fathers and sisters and brothers with cherry tinged cheeks and plump rounded tummies, the two hopeful children told the story of their wayward companion and asked for advice on how to find him.

"Hmmm," thought the fathers, and "hmmm," thought the mothers and "hmmm," thought the children in imitation of their parents. "He must have gone to the Land of the Lilly's", decided the fathers. Agreed to by the mothers and nodded to by the children, the Munchkins declared that Gulliver could be found in the Lilly-land.

"But how do we find him?" asked Peter and Alice in one voice as they dreamed of a place where the wild lilies grew.

"Stick to the Road, the Road of Bricks, the Road that's Yellow and Made of Bricks," exclaimed the Munchkins all at once as they pointed downward to the road at their feet. Wagging their heads up and down in unison, the little ones grabbed Peter and Alice by the hand to help them on their way with a skip and a hop and a jump and a run.

On and on, the children followed the winding road of bricks without hearing a sound or seeing a soul. Were they on the path to nowhere? both questioned in their minds without speaking a word. How were they going to find Gulliver and get back to the nursery before daylight? they queried to themselves. The fear that they were hopelessly lost had suddenly become a reality.

"Do not fear, little Alice," said the sturdy youth of Pan. "I am brave and will protect you if you will say you trust me."

"I will trust you, fearless Peter," whispered Alice in her smallest voice, "but I can be brave, too, even though you believe you have to defend me. But, tell me truthfully, are we hopelessly lost?" The road seemed endlessly long and the forest marching along beside it was becoming menacingly darker as they moved along.