"I wonder where I am," said Milo in a very worried tone. "You're . . . in . . . the . . . Dol . . . drums," wailed a voice that sounded far away. He looked around quickly to see who had spoken. No one was there, and it was as quiet and still as one could imagine. "Yes . . . the . . . Dol . . . drums," yawned another voice, but still he saw no one. "WHAT ARE THE DOLDRUMS?" he cried loudly, and tried very hard to see who would answer this time. "The Doldrums, my young friend, are where nothing ever happens and nothing ever changes."