Get Sleepy: Sleep meditation and stories - The Sleepy Bookshelf: The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, Part 1

Episode Date: September 10, 2021

Welcome back, sleepyheads. Tonight, we have a very special bonus episode for you to drift off to - it's the first instalment of the The Wonderful Wizard of Oz from our new podcast, The Sleepy Bookshelf.  So far, our friend and host of The Sleepy Bookshelf, Elizabeth Grace, has read Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland, and Pride and Prejudice. She’s just started the third book, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, and that’s what we’ll be listening to this evening as we drift off to sleep.  To hear the rest, you'll need to follow The Sleepy Bookshelf feed wherever you listen to podcasts: Apple Podcasts: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-sleepy-bookshelf/id1573623902 Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/0Jj6DoEoG2R5fWdIEbZ0bd --- Website: https://sleepybookshelf.com/   Do you enjoy relaxing nature and white noise sounds? Do you use sounds to calm a fussy baby? Get a 30-day free trial of the Deep Sleep Sounds App: https://deepsleepsounds.com/getsleepy. You can even use the Deep Sleep Sounds app to play your own unique soundscape in tandem with a Get Sleepy episode. Here's how: (1) Download the Deep Sleep Sounds App on Apple or Android; (2) Open the app, go to the Controls tab, and turn Background Audio on; (3) In the Sounds tab, add sounds to your Mix by tapping the plus (+) icon next to that sound; (4) Adjust the volume of your sounds in the Mix tab of the app; (5) Press play on your favorite Get Sleepy episode in whatever podcast player you prefer, and enjoy a good night's rest. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Welcome to Get Sleepy. The podcast where we listen, we relax and we get sleepy. My name's Thomas. We have a very special episode for you tonight. It's the first installment in a new series from our sister podcast, The Sleepy Bookshelf. If you love Get Sleepy and want another great podcast to help you fall asleep, tap or click the link in the show notes now and follow The Sleepy Bookshelf. For those of you who haven't heard about the sleepy bookshelf yet, it's quite similar to what we do here on Get Sleepy. It's hosted by Elizabeth Grace, who you'll already be familiar with if you're a regular listener here. In every episode, Liz begins

with a quick wind down, and then reads part of a classic work of literature. It's all designed to help you relax and fall asleep, just like Get Sleepy. So far Liz has just finished reading Alice's adventures in Wonderland and Pride and Prejudice. She's just started the third book, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz. And that's what we'll be listening to this evening as we drift off to sleep. If you want to hear the rest of the book, you'll need to listen over on the Sleepy Bookshelf's podcast feed. It's completely free and available wherever you listen to podcasts. We're so excited to be able to offer this new show to you all, and I really hope you enjoy it. Of course, Get Sleepy isn't going anywhere. I'll still be here every week, with dreamy,

original bedtime stories for you all. Now, you just have another show to enjoy at bedtime, which I hope means more nights of good sleep. So, without further ado, I'll hand over to Elizabeth for the first episode of the wonderful Wizard of Oz from the Sleepy Bookshelves, where we put down our worries from the day and pick up a good book. I'm Elizabeth, your host, and I'm so glad to have you here with me. Tonight we'll be starting our third book, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz, by El Frank Baum, originally published in 1900. The story follows the adventures of a young girl named Dorothy who finds herself swept away to an enchanted world far far from home.

You might be familiar with the 1939 film adaptation starring Judy Garland. It's a great favorite of mine. So allow me to take you over the rainbow in this sleepy retelling. Before we open our book to the first page, get cozy in bed and allow your imagination to lead you into a new world. Before you know it, you'll be fast asleep. If this is your first visit to the sleepy bookshelf, don't worry if you nod off before I finish this part of the story. At the beginning of the next episode, I'll give a thorough recap. That way, you can rest easy without worrying about missing anything important. worrying about missing anything important. Do keep in mind that all of the books on this show are selected and edited to help you

fall asleep. We keep the plotlines, protagonists and antagonists and moments of tension, but we remove anything that might be startling or upsetting to ensure you always get a good night's rest. That's what makes this the sleepy bookshelf. As always, let's enjoy this moment just to settle in and put the day behind you. Take an inhale and a big stretch in bed, and on your exhale relax into a comfortable position. If there are any parts of your body that still feel tense, then give them an extra stretch. They deserve it after a day of hard work. And you deserve a good night's rest. So let's take one more deep breath in, collecting any worries or concerns,

and then let them all go on your exhale. Wonderful. Now you can just listen to my voice as you make your way into a peaceful sleep. And while you do that, I'll turn to the first pages of the wonderful Wizard of us. Chapter 1 The Cyclone Dorothy lived in the midst of the great Kansas prairies, with Uncle Henry, who was a farmer, and on them, who was the farmer's wife. Their house was small, for the lumber to build it, had to be carried by wagon many miles. There were four walls, a floor and a roof which made one room. This room contained a rusty looking cook stove, a cupboard for the dishes, a table, three

or four chairs, and the beds. Uncle Henry and Aunt Em had a big bed in one corner and Dorothy a little bed in another corner. There was no attic at all and no seller except a small hole dug in the ground called a Cyclone Sella, where the family could go in case one of those great whirlwinds arose, mighty enough to crash any building in its path. It was reached by a trap door in the middle of the floor, from which a ladder led down into the small dark hall. When Dorothy stood in the doorway and looked around, she could see nothing but the great grey prairie on every side, grey prairie on every side, not a tree, nor a house broke the broad sweep of the country that reached to the edge of the sky in all directions.

The sun had baked the ploughed land into a grey mass with little cracks running through it. Even the grass was not green, for the sun had burned the tops of the long blades until they were the same grey car to be seen everywhere. Once the house had been painted but the sun blistered the paint and the rains washed it away and now the house was as dull and grey as everything else. When Antam came there to live, she was a young woman. The sign and wind had changed her too. They had taken the sparkle from her eyes and left them a sober grey. They had taken the red from her cheeks and lips, and they were grey also. She was thin and gaunt and never smiled now. When Dorothy, who was an orphan, first came to her, Aunt Am had been so startled

by the child's laughter that she would press her hand upon her heart whenever Dorothy's merry voice reached her ears. And she still looked at the little girl with wonder that she could find anything to laugh at. Uncle Henry never laughed. He worked hard from morning till night and did not know what joy was. He was grey also from his long beard to his rough boots and he looked stern and solemn and rarely spoke. It was Toto that made Dorothy laugh and saved her from growing as gray as her other surroundings. Toto was not gray. He was a little black dog with long silky hair and small black eyes that twinkled merrily on either side of his funny weenose. Toto played all day long and Dorothy played with him and loved him dearly. Today, however, they were not playing.

Uncle Henry sat upon the doorstep and looked anxiously at the sky which was even greater than usual. Dorothy stood in the door with totem in her arms and looked at the sky too. Aunt Em was washing the dishes. From the far north they heard a low whale of the wind and Uncle Henry and Dorothy could see where the long grass bowed in waves before the coming storm. They now came a sharp whistling in the air from the south, and as they turned their eyes that way, they saw ripples in the grass coming from that direction also. Suddenly Uncle Henry stood up. There's a cyclone coming him.

He called to his wife. I'll go look after the stock. I'll go look after the stock. Then he ran toward the sheds where the cows and horses were kept. Aunt Em dropped her called, run for the cellar. Toto jumped out of Dorothy's arms and hid under the bed, and the girl started to him. On Tem, badly frightened, through open the trap door in the floor, and climbed down the ladder into the small dark hall. Dorothy caught her at last and started to follow her aunt. When she was halfway across the room, there came a great shriek from the wind, and the house shook so hard that she lost her footing and sat down suddenly upon the floor.

Then a strange thing happened. The house, world around, two or three times, and rose slowly through the air. Dorothy felt as if she were going up in a balloon. The north and south winds met where the house stood, and made it the exact center of the cyclone. In the middle of a cyclone, the air is generally still, but the great pressure of the wind on every side of the house raised it up higher and higher until it was at the very top of the cyclone. And there it remained and was carried miles and miles away as easily as you could carry a feather. It was very dark and the wind howled horribly around her. But Dorothy found she was riding quite easily.

After the first few walls around and one other time when the house tipped badly, she felt as if she were being rocked gently, like a baby in a cradle. Toto did not like it. He ran about the room, now here, now there, barking loudly. loudly, but Dorothy sat quite still on the floor and waited to see what would happen. Once, Toto got too near the open trap door and fell in, and at first the little girl thought she had lost him, but soon she saw one of his ears sticking up through the hall, for the strong pressure of the air was keeping him up so that he could not fall. She crept to the hall, caught Toto by the air and dragged him into the room again, by the air and dragged him into the room again, afterward closing the trap door so that no more accidents could happen.

Hour after hour passed away and slowly Dorothy got over her fright, but she felt quite lonely, and the wind shrieked so loudly all about her that she nearly lost her hearing. At first, she had wondered if she would be dashed to pieces when the house fell again. But, as the hours passed and nothing terrible happened, she stopped worrying and resolved to wait calmly and see what the future would bring. At last, she crawled over the swaying floor to her bed, and lay down upon it, and Toto followed, and lay down beside her, in spite of the swaying of the house, and the wailing of the wind, Dorothy soon closed her eyes, and fell fast asleep. Chapter 2 The Council with the Munchkins

She was awakened by a shock so sudden and severe that if Dorothy had not been lying on the soft bed, she might have been had. As it was, the jar made her catch her breath and wonder what had happened, and Toto put his cold little nose into her face and whined dismally. Dorothy sat up and noticed that the house was not moving. Nor was it dark, for the bright sunshine came in at the window, flooding the little room. She sprang from her bed, and with totter at her heels ran and opened the door. The little girl gave a cry of amazement and looked about her, her eyes growing bigger and bigger at the wonderful sights she saw. The cyclone had set the house down very gently for a cyclone in the midst of a country of

marvellous beauty. There were lovely patches of greenery all about, with stately trees bearing rich and luscious fruits. Banks of gorgeous flowers were on every hand, and birds with rare and brilliant plumage, sang and fluttered in the trees and bushes. A little way off was a small broke, rushing and sparkling along between green banks, and murmuring in a voice very grateful to a little girl who had lived so long on the dry grey prairies. While she stood looking eagerly at the strange and beautiful sides, she noticed coming toward her, a group of the strangest people she had ever seen. They were not as big as the grown folk she had always been used to.

That's neither were they very small. In fact, they seemed about as tall as Dorothy, who was a well-grown child for her age, although they were so far as looks go many years older. Three were men, and one a woman, and all were oddly dressed. They wore round hats that rose to a small point, a foot above their heads, with little bells around the brims that tinkled sweetly as they moved. The hats of the men were blue. The little woman's hat was white, and she wore a white gown that hung in pleats from her shoulders. Over it was sprinkled little stars that glistened in the sun like diamonds. The men were dressed in blue of the same shade as their hats and wore well polished boots

with a deep roll of blue at the tops. The men, Dorothy thought, were about as old as Uncle Henry, for two of them had beards. But the little woman was doubtless much older. Her face was covered with wrinkles, her hair was nearly white, and she walked rather stiffly. When these people drew near the house where Dorothy was standing in the doorway, they paused and whispered among themselves as if afraid to come farther. But the little old woman walked up to Dorothy, made a low bow and said in a sweet voice, you are welcome, most noble sorceress, to the land of the munchkins.

We are so grateful to you for having killed the wicked witch of the East, and for setting our people free. Dorothy listened to this speech with wonder, what could the little woman possibly mean by calling her a sorceress, and saying she had killed the wicked witch of the East. Dorothy was an innocent, harmless little girl who had been carried by a cyclone many miles from home and she had never killed anything in all her life. But the little woman evidently expected her to answer. So, Dorothy said, with hesitation, you are very kind, but there must be some mistake. I have not killed anything. Your house did anyway, replied the little old woman with a laugh, and that is the same thing.

See? She continued pointing to the corner of the house. There are her two feet still sticking out from under a block of wood. Dorothy looked and gave a little cry of fright. There, indeed, just under the corner of the great bean the house rested on. Two feet were sticking out, shot in silver shoes with pointed toes. Oh dear, oh dear." Said Dorothy, clasping her hands together in dismay. The house must have fallen on her. Whatever shall we do? There is nothing to be done," said the little woman calmly.

But who was she? Asked Dorothy. She was the wicked witch of the East, as I said, and said the little woman. She has held all the munchkins in bondage for many years, making them work for her night and day. Now they are all set free and are grateful to you for the favor. Who are the munchkins in quiet Dorothy? They are the people who live in this land of the East, where the wicked witch ruled. The little woman said, are you a munchkin? Asked Dorothy, no, but I am their friend, although I live in the land of the North, the woman replied.

When they saw the witch of the East was dead, the munchkins sent a swift message to me, and I came at once. I am the witch of the North. Oh gracious, cried Dorothy. Are you a real witch? Yes indeed. And said the little woman, but I am a good witch and the people love me. I am not as powerful as the wicked witch was who ruled here, or I should have set the people free myself. But I thought all witches were wicked, said the girl who was half frightened at facing a real witch.

Oh no, that is a great mistake. The woman said, there were only four witches in all the land of ours, and two of them, those who live in the north and the south, are good witches. I know this is true for I am one of them myself and cannot be mistaken. Those who dwelt in the east and the west were indeed wicked witches. But now that you have killed one of them, there is but one wicked witch in all the land of us, the one who lives in the West. But, said Dorothy after a moment's thought, Aunt Emma has told me that the witch is what all dead years and years ago.

Who is Aunt M? Inquive the little old woman. She is my Aunt who lives in Kansas where I come from. Ansage Dorothy. The witch of the North seemed to think for a time with her head bowed and her eyes upon the ground. Then, she looked up and said, I do not know where Kansas is, for I have never heard that country mentioned before. I fear it may be far from here replied Dorothy,

then that accounts for it, the witch said. In many distant countries, I believe there are no witches left, nor wizards, nor sorceresses, nor magicians. but you see, we in the land of ours are cut off from all the rest of the world. Therefore we still have witches and wizards among us. Who are the wizards? Asked Dorothy. Oars himself is the great wizard, answered the witch, sinking her voice into a whisper. He is more powerful than all the rest of us together. He lives in the city of emeralds.

Dorothy was going to ask another question, but just then, the munchkins, who had been standing silently by, gave a loud shout and pointed to the corner of the house, where the wicked witch had been lying. What is it? Ask asked the little old woman and looked and began to laugh. The feet of the dead witch had disappeared entirely and nothing was left but the silver shoes. She was so old, explained the witch of the North, that she tried up quickly

in the sun. That is the end of her, but the silver shoes are yours, and you shall have them to wear. She reached down and picked up the shoes, and after shaking the dust out of them, handed them to Dorothy, the witch the East was proud of those silver shoes, said one of the munchkins, and there is some charm connected with them, but what it is we never knew. Dorothy carried the shoes into the house and placed them on the table. Then she came out again to the munchkins and said, I'm anxious to get back to my aunt and uncle, for I'm sure they will worry about me.

Can you help me find my way? The munchkins and the witch first looked at one another, and then at Dorothy, and then shook their heads. At the east, not far from here, said one, There is a great desert, and none could live to cross it. It is the same at the south," said another, for I have been there and seen it. The south is the country at the West, and that country where the winkeys live is ruled by the wicked witch of the West who would make you her prisoner if you passed her way.

The North is my home, said the old lady, and it said, just the same great desert that surrounds this land of ours. I'm afraid my dear, you will have to live with us." Dorothy began to sob at this, for she felt lonely among all these strange people. Her tears seemed to grieve the kind-hearted munchkins, for they immediately took out their handkerchiefs and began to weep also. As for the little old woman, she took off her cap and balanced the point on the end of her nose while she counted 1, 2, 3 in a solemn voice. At once the cap changed to a slate on which was written in big white chalk marks.

Let Dorothy go to the city of emeralds. The little old woman took the slate from her nose and having read the words on it, asked, Is your name Dorothy, my dear? Yes, answered the child, looking up and drying her tears. Then you must go to the city of emeralds, the woman replied, perhaps also will help you. Where is this city? Asked Dorothy. It is exactly in the center of the country and is ruled by Ors.

The great wizard I told you of. She said. Is he a good man? Inquired the girl anxiously. He is a good wizard, she answered, whether he is a man or not, I cannot tell, for I have never seen him. How can I get there?" asked Dorothy. You must walk.

It is a long journey through a country that is sometimes pleasant and sometimes dark and terrible, said the witch. However, I will use all the magic arts I know of to keep you from harm. Won't you go with me? Pleaded the girl who had begun to look upon the little odd woman as her only friend. No, I cannot do that, she replied, but I will give you my kiss, and no one will dare injure a person who has been kissed by the witch of the nore. She came close to Dorothy, and kissed her gently on the forehead. Where her lips touched the girl, they left a round, shining mark, as Dorothy found out soon after. The road to the city of Emeralds is paved with yellow brick, said the witch, so you cannot miss it. When you get to us, do not be afraid of him, but

tell your story and ask him to help you. Goodbye, my dear. The three munchkins bowed low to her and wished her a pleasant journey, after which they walked away through the trees. The witch gave Dorothy a friendly little nod, while the round on her left heel three times and straight away disappeared. Much to the surprise of a little totem, who barked after her, loudly enough when she had gone, because he had been afraid even to growl while she stood by. But Dorothy, knowing her to be a witch, had expected her to disappear in just that way and was not surprised in the least. Chapter 3 How Dorothy saved the scarecrow When Dorothy was left alone, she began to feel hungry, so she went to the cupboard and

cut herself some bread, which she spread with butter. She gave some to Toto, and taking a pale from the shelf, she carried it down to the little brook and filled it with clear sparkling water. Toto ran over to the trees and began such delicious food hanging from the branches that she gathered some of it, finding it just what she wanted to help out her breakfast. Then she went back to the house and having helped herself and toto to a good drink of the cool, clear water. She set about making ready for the journey to the city of emeralds. Dorothy had only one other dress, but that happened to be clean and was hanging on a peg beside her bed.

It was gingen with checks of white and blue, and although the blue was somewhat faded with many washings, it was still a pretty frog. The girl washed herself carefully, dressed herself in the clean gingham and tied her pink sunbonnet on her head. She took a little basket and filled it with bread from the cupboard, laying a white cloth over the top. Then she looked down at her feet and noticed how old and worn her shoes were. They surely will never do for a long journey toto, she said. And toto looked up into her face with his little black eyes and wagged his tail to show he knew what she meant. At that moment Dorothy saw lying on the table the silver shoes that had belonged to the witch of the east.

I wonder if they will fit me, she sent to Toto. They would be just the thing to take a long walk in, for they would not wear out. She took off her old leather shoes and tried on the silver ones, which fitted her as well as if they had been made for her. Finally, she picked up her basket. Come along, Toto. She said, we will go to the Emerald City and ask the great us how to get back to Kansas again. She closed the door, locked in and put the key carefully in the pocket of her dress. And so, with Toto trotting along sobly behind her, she started on her journey. There were several roads nearby, but it did not take her long to find the one paved with the yellow bricks. Within a short time, she was walking briskly toward the emerald city.

Her silver shoes tinkling merrily on the hard yellow road bed. The sun shone bright and the birds sang sweetly, and Dorothy did not feel nearly so bad as you might think a little girl would. You had been suddenly whisked away from her own country and set down in the midst of a strange land. She was surprised as she walked along to see how pretty the country was about her. There were neat fences at the sides of the road, painted a dainty blue colour, and beyond them were fields of grain and vegetables in abundance. Evidently the munchkins were good farmers and able to raise large crops. Once in a while, she would pass a house, and the people came out to look at her and bow

low as she went by. For everyone knew, she had been the means of destroying the wicked witch and setting them free. The houses of the Munchkins were odd looking dwellings, for each was round, with a big dome for a roof. All were painted blue. For in this country of the east, blue was the favorite colour. Toward the evening when Dorothy was tired with her long walk and began to wonder where she should pass the night, she came to a house rather larger than the rest. On the green lawn before it many men and women were dancing. Five little fiddlers played as loudly as possible and the people were laughing and singing while a big table nearby was loaded with delicious fruits and nuts, pies

and cakes, and many other good things to eat. The people greeted Dorothy kindly and invited her to supper and to pass the night with them. For this was the home of one of the richest munchkins in the land, and his friends were gathered with him to celebrate their freedom from the bondage of the wicked witch. which. Dorothy ate a hearty supper and was waited upon by the rich munchkin himself, whose name was Bok. She then sat upon a sety and watched the people dance. When Bok saw her silver shoes, he said, you must be a great sorceress. Why? Asked the girl. Because you wear silver shoes and have killed the wicked witch. He answered, besides, you have white in your frock, and only witches and sorceresses wear white. My dress is blue and white is the witch color. So we know you are a friendly witch.

Dorothy did not know what to say to this. For all the people seemed to think her a witch, and she knew very well she was only an ordinary little girl who had come by the chance of a cyclone into a strange land. When she had tired watching the dancing, Boc led her into the house, where he gave her a room with a pretty bed in it. The sheets were made of blue cloth, and Dorothy slept soundly in them till morning, with Toto calmed up on the blue rug beside her. She ate a hearty breakfast and watched a wee munchkin baby who played with Toto and pulled his tail and crowed and, for they had never seen a dog before.

How far is it to the emerald city? The gal asked. I do not know, answered Bok gravely. For I have never been there. It is better for people to keep away from us unless they have business with him. But it is a long way to the Emerald City, and it will take you many days. The country here is rich and pleasant, but you must pass through rough and dangerous places before you reach the end of your journey. This worried Dorothy a little, but she knew that only the great orcs could help her get to Kansas again, so she bravely, not to turn back.

She bade her friends goodbye, and again started along the road of Yellow Brick. When she had gone several miles, she thought she would stop to rest, and so climbed on top of the fence beside the road and sat down. There was a great cornfield beyond the fence, and not far away, she saw a scarecrow, placed high on a pole to keep the birds from the ripe corn. Dorothy leaned her chin upon her hand and gazed thoughtfully at the scarecrow. Its head was a small sack stuffed with straw, with eyes, nose and mouth painted on it to represent a face. An old pointed blue hat that had belonged to some munchkin was parched on his hand. The rest of the figure was a blue suit of clothes, worn and faded, which had also been stuffed with straw.

On the feet were some old boots with blue tops, such as every man wore in this country, and the figure was raised above the stalks of corn by means of the palm stuck up its back. While Dorothy was looking earnestly into the strange, painted face of the scarecrow, she was surprised to see one of the eyes slowly wink at her. She thought she must have been mistaken at first, for none of the scarecrow is in Kansas ever wink. But presently, the figure nodded its head to her in a friendly way. Then, she climbed down from the fence and walked up to it, while Toto ran around the pole and

barked. the girl in wonder. Certainly answered the scarecrow. How do you do? I'm pretty well, thank you. Replied Dorothy politely. How do you do? I'm not feeling well. Said the scarecrow with a smile. Fritters 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. He said, 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 strange 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. Where are you going? said the girl, and I'm going to the emerald city to ask the great ors to send me back to

Kansas. Where is the emerald city? He inquired, and who is Ors? Why, don't you know, she returned in surprise. No, indeed, I 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 in to me, it doesn't matter, for I can't feel it. But how do you not want people to call me a fool? And if my head stays stuffed with straw instead of brain 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 God 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 Yellowbrook 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. Reply to the scarecrow. He can't hurt the straw.

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