In the meantime, Briar Rose was surrounded by the animals of the forest, picking berries and singing.
"I wonder,
I wonder,
I wonder why each little bird
Has a someone to sing to
Sweet things to
A gay little love melody.
I wonder,
I wonder,
If my heart keeps singing
Will my song go wing-ing
To someone
Who'll find me
And bring back a love song
To me!"
She began speaking more to herself than to the birds, but they listened and answered her anyways.
"Oh dear, why do they still treat me like a child."
"Who?" the owl whoed.
"Why, Flora and Fauna and Merryweather. They never want me to meet anyone. [to the animals] But you know something? I fooled 'em. I have met someone!"
"Who? Who? Who?" The animals got more and more excited as she told the story.
Briar Rose smiled. "Oh, a prince. Well, he's tall and handsome and ... and so romantic. Oh we walked together, and talked together, and just before we say goodbye, he takes me in his arms, and then ... I wake up."
The animals sank their heads.
"Yes, it's only in my dreams. But they say if you dream a thing more than once, It's sure to come true. And I've seen him so many times!"
A chipmunk saw the prince's wet clothes hanging in a tree. He and the other animals put their heads together and made a plan and get over to that tree.