yellow

After the Lion had rested they started along the road of yellow brick, silently wondering, each in his own mind, if ever they would come to the end of the woods and reach the bright sunshine again.

Toward evening they came to a great forest, where the trees grew so big and close together that their branches met over the road of yellow brick.

The road was still paved with yellow brick, but these were much covered by dried branches and dead leaves from the trees, and the walking was not at all good.

When she had finished her meal, and was about to go back to the road of yellow brick, she was startled to hear a deep groan near by.