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asleep. Seeing this, the Canary tucked her head under
her wing and also slept, and the Tin Owl and the Brown

Bear did not disturb them until morning came and it was
broad daylight.

"I'm hungry," said Woot, when he wakened, for his
knapsack of food had been left behind at the castle.

"Then let us travel on until we can find something
for you to eat," returned the Scarecrow Bear.

"There is no use in your lugging my cage any
farther," declared the Canary. "Let me out, and throw

the cage away. Then I can fly with you and find my own
breakfast of seeds. Also I can search for water, and

tell you where to find it."
So the Green Monkey unfastened the door of the golden

cage and the Canary hopped out. At first she flew high
in the air and made great circles overhead, but after a

time she returned and perched beside them.
"At the east in the direction we were following,"

announced the Canary, "there is a fine forest, with a
brook running through it. In the forest there may be

fruits or nuts growing, or berry bushes at its edge, so
let us go that way."

They agreed to this and promptly set off, this time
moving more deliberately. The Tin Owl, which had guided

their way during the night, now found the sunshine very
trying to his big eyes, so he shut them tight and

perched upon the back of the little Brown Bear, which
carried the Owl's weight with ease. The Canary

sometimes perched upon the Green Monkey's shoulder and
sometimes fluttered on ahead of the party, and in this

manner they traveled in good spirits across that valley
and into the next one to the east of it.

This they found to be an immense hollow, shaped like
a saucer, and on its farther edge appeared the forest

which Polychrome had seen from the sky.
"Come to think of it," said the Tin Owl, waking up

and blinking comically at his friends, "there's no
object, now, in our traveling to the Munchkin Country.

My idea in going there was to marry Nimmie Amee, but
however much the Munchkin girl may have loved a Tin

Woodman, I cannot reasonably expect her to marry a Tin
Owl."

"There is some truth in that, my friend," remarked
the Brown Bear. "And to think that I, who was

considered the handsomest Scarecrow in the world, am
now condemned to be a scrubby, no-account beast, whose

only redeeming feature is that he is stuffed with
straw!"

"Consider my case, please," said Woot. "The cruel
Giantess has made a Monkey of a Boy, and that is the

most dreadful deed of all!"
"Your color is rather pretty," said the Brown Bear,

eyeing Woot critically. "I have never seen a pea-green
monkey before, and it strikes me you are quite

gorgeous."
"It isn't so bad to be a bird," asserted the Canary,

fluttering from one to another with a free and graceful
motion, "but I long to enjoy my own shape a gam."

"As Polychrome, you were the loveliest maiden I have
ever seen -- except, of course, Ozma," said the Tin

Owl; "so the Giantess did well to transform you into
the loveliest of all birds, if you were to be

transformed at all. But tell me, since you are a fairy,
and have a fairy wisdom: do you think we shall be able

to break these enchantments?"
"Queer things happen in the Land of Oz," replied the

Canary, again perching on the Green Monkey's shoulder
and turning one bright eye thoughtfully toward her

questioner. "Mrs. Yoop has declared that none of her
transformations can ever be changed, even by herself,

but I believe that if we could get to Glinda the Good
Sorceress, she might find a way to restore us to our

natural shapes. Glinda, as you know, is the most
powerful Sorceress in the world, and there are few

things she cannot do if she tries."
"In that case," said the Little Brown Bear, "let us

return southward and try to get to Glinda's castle. It
lies in the Quadling Country, you know, so it is a good

way from here."
"First, however, let us visit the forest and search

for something to eat," pleaded Woot. So they continued
on to the edge of the forest, which consisted of many

tall and beautiful trees. They discovered no fruit
trees, at first, so the Green Monkey pushed on into the

forest depths and the others followed close behind him.
They were traveling quietly along, under the shade of

the trees, when suddenly an enormous jaguar leaped upon
them from a limb and with one blow of his paw sent the

little Brown Bear tumbling over and over until he was
stopped by a tree-trunk. Instantly they all took alarm.

The Tin Owl shrieked: "Hoot -- hoot!" and flew straight
up to the branch of a tall tree, although he could

scarcely see where he was going. The Canary swiftly
darted to a place beside the Owl, and the Green Monkey

sprang up, caught a limb, and soon scrambled to a high
perch of safety.

The Jaguar crouched low and with hungry eyes regarded
the little Brown Bear, which slowly got upon its feet

and asked reproachfully:
"For goodness' sake, Beast, what were you trying to

do?"
"Trying to get my breakfast," answered the Jaguar

with a snarl, "and I believe I've succeeded. You ought
to make a delicious meal -- unless you happen to be old

and tough."
"I'm worse than that, considered as a breakfast,"

said the Bear, "for I'm only a skin stuffed with straw,
and therefore not fit to eat."

"Indeed!" cried the Jaguar, in a disappointed voice;
"then you must be a magic Bear, or enchanted, and I

must seek my breakfast from among your companions."
With this he raised his lean head to look up at the

Tin Owl and the Canary and the Monkey, and he lashed
his tail upon the ground and growled as fiercely as any

jaguar could.
"My friends are enchanted, also," said the little

Brown Bear.
"All of them?" asked the Jaguar.

"Yes. The Owl is tin, so you couldn't possibly eat
him. The Canary is a fairy -- Polychrome, the Daughter

of the Rainbow -- and you never could catch her because
she can easily fly out of your reach."

"There still remains the Green Monkey," remarked the
Jaguar hungrily. "He is neither made of tin nor stuffed

with straw, nor can he fly. I'm pretty good at climbing
trees, myself, so I think I'll capture the Monkey and

eat him for my breakfast."
Woot the Monkey, hearing this speech from his perch

on the tree, became much frightened, for he knew the
nature of jaguars and realized they could climb trees

and leap from limb to limb with the agility of cats. So
he at once began to scamper through the forest as fast

as he could go, catching at a branch with his long
monkey arms and swinging his green body through space

to grasp another branch in a neighboring tree, and so
on, while the Jaguar followed him from below, his eyes

fixed steadfastly on his prey. But presently Woot got
his feet tangled in the Lace Apron, which he was still

wearing, and that tripped him in his flight and made
him fall to the ground, where the Jaguar placed one

huge paw upon him and said grimly:
I've got you, now!"

The fact that the Apron had tripped him made Woot
remember its magic powers, and in his terror he cried

out: "Open!" without stopping to consider how this
command might save him. But, at the word, the earth

opened at the exact spot where he lay under the
Jaguar's paw, and his body sank downward, the earth

closing over it again. The last thing Woot the Monkey
saw, as he glanced upward, was the Jaguar peering into

the hole in astonishment.
"He's gone!" cried the beast, with a long-drawn sigh

of disappointment; "he's gone, and now I shall have no
breakfast."

The clatter of the Tin Owl's wings sounded above him,
and the little Brown Bear came trotting up and asked:

"Where is the monkey? Have you eaten him so quickly?"
"No, indeed," answered the Jaguar. "He disappeared

into the earth before I could take one bite of him!"
And now the Canary perched upon a stump, a little way

from the forest beast, and said:
"I am glad our friend has escaped you; but, as it is

natural for a hungry beast to wish his breakfast, I
will try to give you one."

"Thank you," replied the Jaguar. "You're rather small
for a full meal, but it's kind of you to sacrifice

yourself to my appetite."
"Oh, I don't intend to be eaten, I assure you," said

the Canary, "but as I am a fairy I know something of
magic, and though I am now transformed into a bird's

shape, I am sure I can conjure up a breakfast that will
satisfy you."

"If you can work magic, why don't you break the
enchantment you are under and return to your proper

form?" inquired the beast doubtingly.
"I haven't the power to do that," answered the

Canary, "for Mrs. Yoop, the Giantess who transformed
me, used a peculiar form of yookoohoo magic that is

unknown to me. However, she could not deprive me of my
own fairy knowledge, so I will try to get you a

breakfast."
"Do you think a magic breakfast would taste good, or

relieve the pangs of hunger I now suffer?" asked the
Jaguar.

"I am sure it would. What would you like to eat?"
"Give me a couple of fat rabbits," said the beast.

"Rabbits! No, indeed. I'd not allow you to eat the
dear little things," declared Polychrome the Canary.

"Well, three or four squirrels, then," pleaded the
Jaguar.

"Do you think me so cruel?" demanded the Canary,
indignantly. "The squirrels are my especial friends."

"How about a plump owl?" asked the beast. "Not a tin
one, you know, but a real meat owl."

"Neither beast nor bird shall you have," said
Polychrome in a positive voice.

"Give me a fish, then; there's a river a little way
off," proposed the Jaguar.

"No living thing shall be sacrificed to feed you,"
returned the Canary.

"Then what in the world do you expect me to


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