where were these great birds taking them? and why? as dorothy pondered, she noted a sharp mountain peak jutting suddenly out of the grey, grim land of desolate waste and stone that lay below. straight for the mountain flew the birds. in a few more minutes they descended with their victims to the entrance of the mountain. passing through the stone portal, the mimics retained their bird shapes, circling through the vast cavern of the hollow mountain. the cavern and corridors were deserted now that the sun was in the heavens, and the mimics had returned to their underground caverns to rest after the night of revelry.