"Well, the proof will be in the pudding," said the Lion. "What did you say would be in the pudding?" asked the Scarecrow. "What I'm trying to say," answered Lion, patiently, "is that when we meet face to face the real test will begin." "Oh," said the Scarecrow. "I understand." "We must all have faith," said Dorothy, "and know that, without a doubt, we have overcome hate." Everyone was so busy talking that none had paid too much attention to the surroundings. "Look!" said the Lion. "Look at the beautiful homes!" They were very surprised to see several lovely houses scattered about. The landscaping was comprised of little wooden knolls surrounded by the greenest of green grass. Little winding paths of yellow brick connected all of the houses together. The homes themselves were all of different architecture and design: from a southern mansion to a very modern split-level. One house was a very pretty Tudor style home, with flowers of every variety around it. Another, a beautiful Spanish style home, had the most beautiful garden that Dorothy had ever seen; with small lakes and waterfalls and exotic plants and trees of every variety. As they got closer, they could make out the figures of three men on the porch sitting in very comfortable-looking rocking chairs. They seemed to be just enjoying the warm lazy sounds of the garden -- the droning of a bee collecting pollen, birds chirping, and the soft rippling sound of water from nearby fountains. In front of the men, on a little round table, was a pitcher of what looked to Dorothy, like ice-cold lemonade. As if reading her thoughts, one of the men said, "Come and join us for lemonade, my dear. You look thirsty -- all of you, please come and sit down." The man brought out some more rocking chairs and said, "Welcome to Presidentland." Dorothy looked up quickly. He had looked very familiar to her when she first saw him. Then it dawned on her. Presidentland! Of course! The man was none other than President Andrew Jackson! Dorothy gasped. She had seen President Jackson's face in an American History book. "But sir," she said. "I-I thought you were...." "Dead?" interceded the man. Then he chuckled. "No, not at all, my dear young lady. Oh yes, my physical body died a long time ago. But no one can ever really die. That would be impossible. Each of us is part of creation; we are all part of the scheme of things. Nothing can destroy us, nothing. We can destroy the quality of our existence by our wrong thinking and behavior. In other words, that beautiful true nature of our being can be covered up until it is invisible -- both to others and to ourselves. This true nature cannot be destroyed, only temporarily buried in the murk of mortality until either someone rescues us, or we rescue ourselves. Usually it is a combination of both. Now, my young friend, let me introduce you to my associates."