a delectable dish--not sure what it was,  but it tasted like chicken--covered with a delicate wine sauce.  One delicious course followed another,  till finally we sat,  sated,  among the remains of the creme brulee.  "Now,  at last,"  said the Quaint Little Man,  who'd finally told me his name was Oscar,  "We can get down to business.  Let's retire to my rooms,  which I keep here,  as I stay here as often as possible."
He led me up the winding stair to a beautiful,  open space that looked exactly like a treehouse!  Ignoring my curious glances,  Oscar showed me to...

A forest,  with an intricate network of quaint little treehouses.  I adjusted the focus,  and could scarcely believe my eyes...could it be?  Yes!  It was George Herbert,  my long-lost nephew,  shinnying down a tree,  looking absolutely at home;  and with him,  to my utter amazement,  was...

his girlfriend,  Petunia!  Can it be that he was never abducted at all,  but ran away with his ladylove?  It's true that his father disapproved of her,  because...

we could take the traditional jungle pathway,  swinging on vines through the trees;  that would be much faster than going on foot,  hacking our way through the brush with machetes.  Hmm..."  Oscar paused, rubbing his chin reflectively.  Then he brightened.  "Or,  actually,"  he continued,  "there is a third option:  we could step through that portal over there!"  He gestured to a circle of shimmering light I hadn't noticed before.  "Which do you prefer?"  
   "Well,"  I said,  "considering everything,  I think...

found myself in a world comprised of a thousand shades of green.  (Well,  no;  I didn't actually count them,  but I'll bet it was close!)  The air was warm and humid.  Like a rainforest jungle,  I could see the canopy far above,  the sun unseen somewhere beyond.  I saw a flash of scarlet feathers,  heard the call of birds,  a rushing brook,  a distant waterfall.  And a crash of branches,  as who should swing clumsily into view but my nephew himself,  looking disheveled and distraught.  "Auntie!"  he cried,  "How did you find me?"
   My head still spun from the landing.  I giggled deleriously:  "Why,  if it isn't  George!  George of the jungle!"  He rushed to help me to my feet.
    "Have you seen  Petunia?  She disappeared,  and I'm  utterly lost without her!"
    If he hadn't witnessed the bizarre abduction,  I wasn't sure how to break it to him.   "Um,"  I began hesitantly....