The Road to Oz


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But we who live on the rainbow among the fleecy clouds have no use for  
magic," replied Polychrome.  
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What I'd like," said Dorothy, "is to find some way to cross the desert to the  
Land of Oz and its Emerald City. I've crossed it already, you know, more than  
once. First a cyclone carried my house over, and some Silver Shoes brought  
me back again--in half a second. Then Ozma took me over on her Magic  
Carpet, and the Nome King's Magic Belt took me home that time. You see it  
was magic that did it every time 'cept the first, and we can't 'spect a cyclone to  
happen along and take us to the Emerald City now."  
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No indeed," returned Polly, with a shudder, "I hate cyclones, anyway."  
That's why I wanted to find out if you could do any magic," said the little  
Kansas girl. "I'm sure I can't; and I'm sure Button-Bright can't; and the only  
magic the shaggy man has is the Love Magnet, which won't help us much."  
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Don't be too sure of that, my dear," spoke the shaggy man, a smile on his  
donkey face. "I may not be able to do magic myself, but I can call to us a  
powerful friend who loves me because I own the Love Magnet, and this friend  
surely will be able to help us."  
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Who is your friend?" asked Dorothy.  
Johnny Dooit."  
What can Johnny do?"  
Anything," answered the shaggy man, with confidence.  
Ask him to come," she exclaimed, eagerly.  
The shaggy man took the Love Magnet from his pocket and unwrapped the  
paper that surrounded it. Holding the charm in the palm of his hand he  
looked at it steadily and said these words:  
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Dear Johnny Dooit, come to me. I need you bad as bad can be."  
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Well, here I am," said a cheery little voice; "but you shouldn't say you need  
me bad, 'cause I'm always, ALWAYS, good."  
At this they quickly whirled around to find a funny little man sitting on a big  
copper chest, puffing smoke from a long pipe. His hair was grey, his whiskers  
were grey; and these whiskers were so long that he had wound the ends of  
them around his waist and tied them in a hard knot underneath the leather  
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