"Dad!  Stay where you are, I am having trouble finding you.  Keep talking to me."<br/><br/>"Jonathon, all I see is grass ... lots and lots of grass.  I don't think I broke anything in the fall, but I think I'm lost son."  Suddenly, Jonathon heard the wind shout "Jonathon" with the sweet voice of an angel.<br/><br/>Perhaps he would go ... north ... or what it south.  Could he be walking east or west?  He wasn't quite sure.  Opening the book did not help him much either; again, more illustrations of various fairy tales and stories.  Suddenly, some narration took a hold of him on the pages.  It read as thus:<br/><br/>"The beautiful fair lady of the land, Ambrosia, went searching for her love in the Loveland Prairies.  She needed to give Jonathon an important message ... "  The words stopped, but a picture of a cell phone was clearly being drawn onto the page.