WIZARD OF OZ - Complete Series. L. Frank Baum

pretty well, thank you,” replied Dorothy politely. “How do you do?”

      “I’m not feeling well,” said the Scarecrow, with a smile, “for it is very tedious being perched up here night and day to scare away crows.”

      “Can’t you get down?” asked Dorothy.

      “No, for this pole is stuck up my back. If you will please take away the pole I shall be greatly obliged to you.”

      Dorothy reached up both arms and lifted the figure off the pole, for, being stuffed with straw, it was quite light.

      “Thank you very much,” said the Scarecrow, when he had been set down on the ground. “I feel like a new man.”

      Dorothy was puzzled at this, for it sounded queer to hear a stuffed man speak, and to see him bow and walk along beside her.

      “Who are you?” asked the Scarecrow when he had stretched himself and yawned. “And where are you going?”

      “My name is Dorothy,” said the girl, “and I am going to the Emerald City, to ask the Great Oz to send me back to Kansas.”

      “Where is the Emerald City?” he inquired. “And who is Oz?”

      “Why, don’t you know?” she returned, in surprise.

      “No, indeed. I don’t know anything. You see, I am stuffed, so I have no brains at all,” he answered sadly.

      “Oh,” said Dorothy, “I’m awfully sorry for you.”

      “Do you think,” he asked, “if I go to the Emerald City with you, that Oz would give me some brains?”

      “I cannot tell,” she returned, “but you may come with me, if you like. If Oz will not give you any brains you will be no worse off than you are now.”

      “That is true,” said the Scarecrow. “You see,” he continued confidentially, “I don’t mind my legs and arms and body being stuffed, because I cannot get hurt. If anyone treads on my toes or sticks a pin into me, it doesn’t matter, for I can’t feel it. But I do not want people to call me a fool, and if my head stays stuffed with straw instead of with brains, as yours is, how am I ever to know anything?”

      “I understand how you feel,” said the little girl, who was truly sorry for him. “If you will come with me I’ll ask Oz to do all he can for you.”

      “Thank you,” he answered gratefully.

      They walked back to the road. Dorothy helped him over the fence, and they started along the path of yellow brick for the Emerald City.

      Toto did not like this addition to the party at first. He smelled around the stuffed man as if he suspected there might be a nest of rats in the straw, and he often growled in an unfriendly way at the Scarecrow.

      “Don’t mind Toto,” said Dorothy to her new friend. “He never bites.”

      “Oh, I’m not afraid,” replied the Scarecrow. “He can’t hurt the straw. Do let me carry that basket for you. I shall not mind it, for I can’t get tired. I’ll tell you a secret,” he continued, as he walked along. “There is only one thing in the world I am afraid of.”

      “What is that?” asked Dorothy; “the Munchkin farmer who made you?”

      “No,” answered the Scarecrow; “it’s a lighted match.”

4. The Road Through the Forest

      After a few hours the road began to be rough, and the walking grew so difficult that the Scarecrow often stumbled over the yellow bricks, which were here very uneven. Sometimes, indeed, they were broken or missing altogether, leaving holes that Toto jumped across and Dorothy walked around. As for the Scarecrow, having no brains, he walked straight ahead, and so stepped into the holes and fell at full length on the hard bricks. It never hurt him, however, and Dorothy would pick him up and set him upon his feet again, while he joined her in laughing merrily at his own mishap.

      The farms were not nearly so well cared for here as they were farther back. There were fewer houses and fewer fruit trees, and the farther they went the more dismal and lonesome the country became.

      At noon they sat down by the roadside, near a little brook, and Dorothy opened her basket and got out some bread. She offered a piece to the Scarecrow, but he refused.

      “I am never hungry,” he said, “and it is a lucky thing I am not, for my mouth is only painted, and if I should cut a hole in it so I could eat, the straw I am stuffed with would come out, and that would spoil the shape of my head.”

      Dorothy saw at once that this was true, so she only nodded and went on eating her bread.

      “Tell me something about yourself and the country you came from,” said the Scarecrow, when she had finished her dinner. So she told him all about Kansas, and how gray everything was there, and how the cyclone had carried her to this queer Land of Oz.

      The Scarecrow listened carefully, and said, “I cannot understand why you should wish to leave this beautiful country and go back to the dry, gray place you call Kansas.”

      “That is because you have no brains” answered the girl. “No matter how dreary and gray our homes are, we people of flesh and blood would rather live there than in any other country, be it ever so beautiful. There is no place like home.”

      The Scarecrow sighed.

      “Of course I cannot understand it,” he said. “If your heads were stuffed with straw, like mine, you would probably all live in the beautiful places, and then Kansas would have no people at all. It is fortunate for Kansas that you have brains.”

      “Won’t you tell me a story, while we are resting?” asked the child.

      The Scarecrow looked at her reproachfully, and answered:

      “My life has been so short that I really know nothing whatever. I was only made day before yesterday. What happened in the world before that time is all unknown to me. Luckily, when the farmer made my head, one of the first things he did was to paint my ears, so that I heard what was going on. There was another Munchkin with him, and the first thing I heard was the farmer saying, `How do you like those ears?’

      “`They aren’t straight,’” answered the other.

      “`Never mind,’” said the farmer. “`They are ears just the same,’” which was true enough.

      “`Now I’ll make the eyes,’” said the farmer. So he painted my right eye, and as soon as it was finished I found myself looking at him and at everything around me with a great deal of curiosity, for this was my first glimpse of the world.

      “`That’s a rather pretty eye,’” remarked the Munchkin who was watching the farmer. “`Blue paint is just the color for eyes.’

      “`I think I’ll make the other a little bigger,’” said the farmer. And when the second eye was done I could see much better than before. Then he made my nose and my mouth. But I did not speak, because at that time I didn’t know what a mouth was for. I had the fun of watching them make my body and my arms and legs; and when they fastened on my head, at last, I felt very proud, for I thought I was just as good a man as anyone.

      “`This fellow will scare the crows fast enough,’ said the farmer. `He looks just like a man.’

      “`Why, he is a man,’ said the other, and I quite agreed with him. The farmer carried me under his arm to the cornfield, and set me up on a tall stick, where you found me. He and his friend soon after walked away and left me alone.

      “I did not like to be deserted this way. So I tried to walk after them. But my feet would not touch the ground, and I was forced to stay on that pole. It was a lonely life to lead, for I had nothing to think of, having been made such a little while before. Many crows and other birds