The dew was glistening on the grass and there were pretty little wildflowers everywhere. Hundreds of birds of every variety were chirping away happily as they searched for their breakfast. The sweet early morning smell of the forest permeated the air, and running through the camp was a bubbling brook of crystal clear water with little fish happily darting about the little pools. "You certainly have a lovely home here, Lion," said Dorothy. "Thank you," the Lion replied. "It is beautiful, isn't it?" "You must be very happy here," went on the girl. "Oh, indeed I am. Yes, indeed," the Lion replied. "Only ... only ..." "Only what?" interceded Dorothy. "Well, it does get a little lonely at times." "You mean there is no lady lion to keep you company?" said Dorothy with a sly wink. "That is true," answered the Lion. "I am the only one here." "Well, I'm sure we're bound to run into another lion on our journey," said Dorothy encouragingly. "Oh, very doubtful," replied the Lion. "I've never heard of another one." "There are parts of Oz," said the Tin Woodman, who had been listening intently, "that are unexplored. No one knows what's there." "You see!" Dorothy exclaimed. The Lion shrugged. "It would be nice," he said, "if we came across a lady lion. Very nice indeed." "Well, we'd better start some plans," said Dorothy. "Did anyone bring a map with them?" "Oh, yes, I did," said the Tin Woodman, opening a little door in his side. "I kept it here to make sure it wouldn't get wet." They unfolded the map and placed it on the ground. "Now, let's see," said Dorothy. "We're here," pointing her finger at a circle which said "Lion's Forest." "We can't go due south," said the Scarecrow, "or we'll run into swamplands. We'll have to head west through Octapongland, then southwest through Colorland." "Octapongland?" said Dorothy. "How strange! And Colorland?" "These are newly discovered lands," said the Lion. "Haven't you heard the song?" said the leader of the Girrephalumps. "What song?" said Dorothy. "The Octapong song, of course," said the Girrephalump, and in a deep baritone voice he sang, "In the country where I'm from, there are lots of Octapong. Octapong are people who, have eight feet but only one shoe. That one shoe goes clippity-clop, while the other feet go hippity-hop. With a hippity-hop and a bing-bang-boo, those Octapong are after you. If you see one, run, don't stop -- 'cause if you do, your shoes he'll cop." "Oh my," said Dorothy. "How terrible. Must we go through Octapongland?" "I'm afraid we must," said the Lion. "There's no other way." "And what about Colorland?" asked Dorothy. "What's that like?" "No one lives in Colorland," said the Scarecrow. "It's just a place to visit for therapy."