"It's right," said Glinda to the quivering Munchkins. "You can all get up. She's gone."

"That girl's in big trouble," said the Mayor looking at Dorothy. "Now that she's wearing the Ruby Slippers the Witch will never leave her alone."

All the Munchkins murmured and nodded in agreement.

"Oh, what a stench of sulphur!" said Glinda. "The Mayor is absolutely right; you've made quite an enemy out of the Wicked Witch of the West. The sooner you leave Oz, the safer you'll sleep, my dear."

"I'd give anything to get out of Oz altogether," confessed Dorothy. "But which is the way back to Kansas? I can't go all the way I came, surely."

Glinda shook here head. "No, that is very true."

Dorothy suddenly got an idea. "Don't you think you could reverse things and have another cyclone take me back?"

Glinda shook her head again. "I'd give the whole world to do so, but my magic only works in Oz. The only person who can help is the great and wonderful Wizard of Oz himself."

The Munchkins bowed in respect of the name.

"The Wizard of Oz?" said Dorothy, to which the Munchkins bowed again. "Is he good or wicked?"

"Very good," answered Glinda, "but very mysterious. No one has visited him for years. I'm sure you will be one of the first of all to visit him so he can send you back to Kansas. He lives in the Emerald City. That's a long journey from here. Did you happen to bring your broomstick with you?"

"I'm afraid not."

"Well then I'm very sorry but you'll have to walk. The Munchkins will see you safely to the border of Munchkinland. And remember, never let those Ruby Slippers off your feet, even for a moment, or you will be at the mercy of the Wicked Witch of the West."

And with those words said, Glinda kissed Dorothy's forehead.

"But where do I start for the Emerald City?" asked Dorothy.

"It's always best to start at the beginning," said Glinda.

Dorothy looked confused. "How do I start?"

The Good Witch pointed at the floor with her wand. "All you do is follow the Yellow Brick Road."

Dorothy started on the pointed end of the beginning of the road spiraled with the Red Brick Road.

"But what about the Witch?" she asked worriedly "What happens if I-"

"Just follow the Yellow Brick Road," said Glinda and she stepped into her huge bubble and floated away with Munchkins waving goodbye.

"My!" exclaimed Dorothy. "People come and go so quickly here."

"Are you ready to find the Wizard?" said a Munchkin.

"Yes," said Dorothy nodding. "I am. Follow the Yellow Brick Road." She took a step. "Follow the Yellow Brick Road?"

"Follow the Yellow Brick Road," said the Mayor.

"Follow the Yellow Brick Road," said another.

"Follow the Yellow Brick Road."
"Follow the Yellow Brick Road!"

Dorothy began walking steadily as the Munchkins began to sing again.

Follow the yellow brick road, follow the yellow brick road

Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow the yellow-brick road

Follow the yellow-brick, follow the yellow-brick

Follow the yellow-brick road

Follow the rainbow over the stream, follow the fellow who follows a dream

Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow the yellow-brick road

You're off to see the Wizard, the Wonderful Wizard of Oz

You'll find he is a Whiz of a Wiz is ever a Wiz there was

If ever, oh ever, a Wiz there was the Wizard of Oz is one because

Because, because, because, because, because

Because of the wonderful things he does

You're off to see the wizard, the Wonderful Wizard of Oz!

Dorothy finally reached the border of Muchkinland into the open meadows where the Yellow Brick Road stretched away far off into the distance. She waved goodbye to the merry little characters and set of on her quest.