Unfortunately, Peter was proven to be wrong. Because when morning came, it was pouring rain outside. It was foggy and thick, that the kids could not even see the trees, the mountains, nor the garden.

Peter and Eilonwy were sitting in leather armchairs with bored blank expressions on their faces.

Mowgli was under one of the wooden chairs, fixing a loose screw.

Penny sat by the window, staring out at the misty rain.

"'Gastrovascular'," Eilonwy read from a big dictionary book.

But Peter showed no interest in Eilonwy's attempt to entertain them with different languages.

"Come on, Peter. Gastrovascular."

Peter merely glanced at her. "Is it Latin?"

Eilonwy nodded. "Yes."

Mowgli peeked his head out from under his chair. "Is it Latin for 'worst game ever invented'?"

Peter couldn't help but snicker a little at Mowgli's pun.

Glaring at her brothers, Eilonwy slammed the dictionary shut.

"We could play hide-and-seek?" Penny suggested, as she came over to Peter.

But even that failed to intrigue her siblings.

"But we're already having so much fun..." Peter replied sarcastically, while looking at Eilonwy.

But Penny frowned. "Come on, Peter, please!" She tugged his arm and pouted, like a normal child would. "Pretty please?"

Rolling his eyes, Peter smiled as he started to count. "One, two..."

Penny grinned, revealing a small gap in her front teeth.

"...three..."

"What?!" Mowgli narrowed his eyes.

"...four..."

Although clearly uninterested, Eilonwy and Mowgli got up to join Penny out in the hallway to find a hiding spot.

"...five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven," Peter continued to count as he got up to face the wall, and covered his eyes.

The three other children scampered through the long sets of hallways in the house to find a good place to hide. It was the sort of house that they had never seemed to come to an end of, that was full of unexpected places.

"...twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six..." Peter kept on counting.

Eilonwy circled around in her area for a moment, until she found a large chest. She opened it, and climbed inside, closing the lid on top of her.

Mowgli and Penny continued to pitter patter up and down small sets of stairs, still searching for their own hiding spots. At one point, Penny found a curtain. She tried to hide inside it, only for Mowgli to push her out and hide behind the curtain, himself.

"I was here first!" claimed Mowgli.

Penny glared at him for a brief second. Then, she scoffed and ran off to find another place to hide.

She tried to pry through open one of the hallway doors. It was locked. She tried the second door to the right, and it sprung open. But once she got inside, she found that the room was quite empty. Except for one thing that caught her attention. A big white sheet was covering something right in front of her.

Curious at what was under the sheet, Penny slowly and quietly shut the door behind her. She took a few steps into the room. She stopped for a moment when she could hear the buzzing of a fly near the window. She glanced over to see the fly indoors. But she decided to ignore it, as she slowly walked up to the sheet. Reaching her small hand forward, Penny pulled the sheet off, allowing it to fall to the floor.

Underneath, was a big brown wardrobe.

Penny smiled at it. The perfect place for her to hide. She reached her hand out to open the door of the wardrobe. Once it opened, two moth-balls dropped out. Inside, there were several coats hanging up - mostly long fur coats.

"...seventy-five, seventy-six..." Peter's voice came from outside the hallway, still counting. "...seventy-seven, seventy-eight, seventy-nine, eighty, eighty-one, eighty-two, eighty-three, eighty-four..."

Penny looked back, and climbed inside the wardrobe to hide. But she left the door ajar a little. She took a peek outside, and grinned as she could hear Peter close to being done counting.

"...eighty-five, eighty-six, eighty-seven, eighty-eight, eighty-nine, ninety, ninety-one, ninety-two..."

Penny slowly backed herself into the wardrobe, brushing among the soft fur coats. She stretched both arms behind her to feel herself press on the back of the wardrobe.

But as she went further in, there was a second row of coats hanging behind the first one. It was also quite dark inside.

This must be quite a big wardrobe, Penny thought to herself, as she expected to feel the woodwork against the tip of her fingers. But she could not feel it, and instead found herself going inside further and further amongst more coats.

Suddenly, Penny felt her hand touch something prickly behind her. She gasped, and yanked her hand away.

What was that? She wondered.

Slowly turning around, Penny discovered the prickly thing she had touched to be a snow-covered tree branch. She merely took a glance back towards the wardrobe door, before going on a step or two further. She pushed herself through more prickly snow-covered tree branches. To her surprise, at the end of the wardrobe, was a snowy forest.

Penny could no longer feel the hard, smooth wood of the floor of the wardrobe. Instead, she was now walking on soft, and powdery-white snow. She was rather quite amazed at what she had just discovered. She could feel soft gentle snowflakes falling through the air above.

How was this even possible? No wardrobe would ever lead to a forest within. Or so, Penny thought. She felt very inquisitive, excited, and completely in awe upon discovering a new land inside a magical wardrobe. The forest seemed to be still set in the daytime. After taking a few more steps into the woods, Penny looked back over her shoulder. There, between the dark tree-trunks, she should still see the open doorway of the wardrobe and could even catch a glimpse of the empty room from which she had set out of.

Penny grinned a little, making sure she could easily find her way out back through the wardrobe.

Continuing on with her feet crunching over the snow, Penny could see a light up ahead of her; not even a few inches away where the back of the wardrobe was ought to be, but a long-way off.

A few minutes later, she approached the light to find it was a lamppost, burning in the middle of the woods.

Penny walked up to it, wondering what it was doing there. She touched the lamppost with her fingertips.

Just then, a pitter patter of feet came nearby.

Penny looked around. Clearly, she wasn't alone in the snowy forest. She gripped onto the lamppost, starting to get scared as the sound of footsteps grew louder and closer. In fact, these sounded more like hoofbeat steps.

Soon afterwards, a very strange little person stepped out from among the trees into the light of the lamppost.