"We wish to join forces with the Lion because we have a very important mission to perform."
"Hmmm," said the Girrephalump. "And what may that mission be, if I may be so bold as to ask?"
"Well," answered Dorothy, "we're not totally certain. But we wish to confront the Wicked Witch of the Deep South and speak with her."
"OH, NO!" called out the Girrephalumps in unison, as they drew back.
"We must have a conference," said the leader.
The Girrephalumps all huddled together for several minutes.
"We are afraid to take you to Lion Country," said the leader to Dorothy as he returned. "We could very well be attacked by the Wicked Witch. You will never get to Lion Country alone, for there are dangerous swamps, and only we know the way. Besides, you would be very foolish to continue with this mission. You are not only endangering your own life, but also the lives of your companions. You must return at once!"
"But I cannot!" exclaimed Dorothy, almost in tears. "We have come so far, and we must go on. This is very important to us — to all of Oz."
"Hmmm," said the leader again. "We must have another conference."
Once again, the Girrephalumps went into a huddle. This time they took much longer.