Dorothy walked past the small cottage, a handsome pig wearing a well tailored tended to the flowers in his garden.

“Where are you off to young lady?” The kind pig asks.

“I’m on the road to Oz, at least I think this is the right road.” Dorothy stops walking and heads towards the fine pig.

“Oz?” The pig asks. “Ah, my dear you must mean the grand old land of Australia.”

“Australia? No, I mean Oz, Oz! Where my friend Ozma rules. Dorothy placed her hands on her hips.

“I’ve not heard of an Oz.” The pig pondered.

“Who are you anyway?” Dorothy asked almost rudely, but she was quickly forgiven.

“I’m Pigling Bland, I live here with my wife Pig-Wig and our piglets.”

“I see, I’m Dorothy from Kansas I don’t s’pose you know where I am?”

“You’re in England my dear.”

“England? You mean New England?”

“No no, not New England, just regular old England. How did you get here?”

“I walked,” Dorothy said rather proudly.

“You walked from Kansas to England? Why my dear that’s just not possible!”

“It is p’sable cos I did it.” Dorothy nodded matter of factly.

“But you … but, how?”

“Anywhere I walk seems to take me to a fairy country.”

“A fairy country?” Pigling Bland asked.

“That’s right, I’ve been to many of them on my way to Oz.”

“But this is England!”

“I s’pose England is a fairy country then.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Well, talking animals only live in fairy countries.”

“Really?” Pigling Bland widened his eyes in surprise.

“It’s true, so by that reasoning I reckon that England must be a fairy country.”

“I suppose you must be right.”

“Do you have the time?” Dorothy asked changing the conversation.

“Uh … it’s four o’clock.”

“Thank you kind sir.”

And with a wave of her hand Dorothy disappeared into thin air, leaving Pigling Bland entirely bemused and with a rather exciting story to tell his family.

Dorothy of course went straight to her friend Ozma who used her magic belt to bring her dear friend to her. Dorothy reunited with all her close friends The Lion, Hungry Tiger, Scarecrow, Jack Pumpkinhead, Belina the yellow hen, and the Tin Woodsman and with the wave of her hand Ozma brought Pigling Bland and his family to Oz to join in on the celebration.