You headed down a yellow brick road to ask the Great Wizard of Oz for a way home. Poppy, the Witch of the North, had told you to do so earlier. As you were walking with your new ruby red slippers you got from the Wicked Witch of the East, you found a fork in the road next to a field of corn.

“Now which way do we go?” You said to yourself and your dog Barnaby.

That’s what you said before you heard a friendly voice from a scarecrow in the corn field.

“Pardon me! That way is a very nice way.”