“Wonderful, Wonderful, Wonderful Tree,
Open, Oh open your door unto me!”
Slowly the trunk of the great Tree opened and they beheld a narrow stairway leading down, down, farther than their eyes could see.
“Come,” said the Cat, “the Witch lives here. Step lightly or we may rouse her.”
Softly, very softly, they crept down those narrow steps, until at last they entered a dark room. Its only light came from a fire of coals, and before this fire the Witch lay sleeping. Springing upon her, Puss bound her arms and feet with chains of steel, and she lay helpless before them, uttering cries of hate and wickedness.
“Wonderful Cat, who are you?” said Cho-Cho.
“I am Knowledge,” said the Cat, “and this cruel Witch is Ignorance, who spends her life plotting against the health of Children. Between us there is always war. Lie there, Ignorance, while the Children you wish to kill grow strong and healthy. Fairy, your Oat Field is beautiful again.”
Leaving the dark home of Ignorance, they traveled through the sweet scented forest, back to the garden of the Fairy Health. There they found that the Cat had told them true, for the Oat Field was beautiful beyond words. The blue sky smiled above, and the summer wind blew over it, carrying the perfume of a thousand flowers, and all the world seemed full of peace.
“Cat, dear Cat, what can we do for you?” said Cho-Cho.
“Only this,” said Puss, “help me to fight Ignorance.”