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Chapter Ten - Tommy Kwikstep

Our best plan," said the Scarecrow Bear, when the Green Monkey had

related the story of his adventure with the Dragons, "is to get out of this

Gillikin Country as soon as we can and try to find our way to the castle of

Glinda, the Good Sorceress. There are too many dangers lurking here to suit

me, and Glinda may be able to restore us to our proper forms."

"If we turn south now," the Tin Owl replied, "we might go straight into the

Emerald City. That's a place I wish to avoid, for I'd hate to have my friends

see me in this sad plight," and he blinked his eyes and fluttered his tin

wings mournfully.

But I am certain we have passed beyond Emerald City," the Canary assured

him, sailing lightly around their heads. "So, should we turn south from here,

we would pass into the Munchkin Country, and continuing south we would

reach the Quadling Country where Glinda's castle is located."

Well, since you're sure of that, let's start right away," proposed the Bear.

It's a long journey, at the best, and I'm getting tired of walking on four legs."

"I thought you never tired, being stuffed with straw," said Woot.

"I mean that it annoys me, to be obliged to go on all fours, when two legs are

my proper walking equipment," replied the Scarecrow. "I consider it beneath

my dignity. In other words, my remarkable brains can tire, through

humiliation, although my body cannot tire."

"That is one of the penalties of having brains," remarked the Tin Owl with a

sigh. "I have had no brains since I was a man of meat, and so I never worry.

Nevertheless, I prefer my former manly form to this owl's shape and would

be glad to break Mrs. Yoop's enchantment as soon as possible. I am so

noisy, just now, that I disturb myself," and he fluttered his wings with a

clatter that echoed throughout the forest.

So, being all of one mind, they turned southward, traveling steadily on until

the woods were left behind and the landscape turned from purple tints to

blue tints, which assured them they had entered the Country of the

Munchkins.

"Now I feel myself more safe," said the Scarecrow Bear. "I know this country

pretty well, having been made here by a Munchkin farmer and having

wandered over these lovely blue lands many times. Seems to me, indeed,

The Tin Woodman of Oz