could scarcely lift it. But Woot managed to get a sip
of the coffee and found it delicious.
Mrs. Yoop next
transformed the weeds into a dish of
oatmeal, which she ate with good appetite.
"Now, then," said she, picking up the pebbles. "I'm
wondering whether I shall have fish-balls or lamb-chops
to complete my meal. Which would you prefer, Woot the Wanderer?"
"If you please, I'll eat the food in my knapsack,"
answered the boy. "Your magic food might taste good,
but I'm afraid of it."
The woman laughed at his fears and
transformed the
pebbles into fish-balls.
"I suppose you think that after you had eaten this
food it would turn to stones again and make you sick,"
she remarked; "but that would be impossible. Nothing I
transform ever gets back to its former shape again, so
these fish-balls can never more be pebbles. That is why
I have to be careful of my
transformations," she added,
busily eating while she talked, "for while I can change
forms at will I can never change them back again --
which proves that even the powers of a clever Yookoohoo
are
limited. When I have
transformed you three people,
you must always wear the shapes that I have given you."
"Then please don't
transform us," begged Woot, "for
we are quite satisfied to remain as we are."
"I am not expecting to satisfy you, but intend to
please myself," she declared, "and my pleasure is to
give you new shapes. For, if by chance your friends
came in search of you, not one of them would be able to
recognize you."
Her tone was so
positive that they knew it would be
useless to protest. The woman was not
unpleasant to
look at; her face was not cruel; her voice was big but
gracious in tone; but her words showed that she
possessed a
merciless heart and no pleadings would
alter her
wicked purpose.
Mrs. Yoop took ample time to finish her breakfast and
the prisoners had no desire to hurry her, but finally
the meal was concluded and she folded her
napkin and
made the table disappear by clapping her hands
together. Then she turned to her captives and said:
"The next thing on the programme is to change your
forms."
"Have you
decided what forms to give us?" asked the
Scarecrow, uneasily.
"Yes; I dreamed it all out while I was asleep. This
Tin Man seems a very
solemn person " -- indeed, the Tin
Woodman was looking
solemn, just then, for he was
greatly disturbed -- "so I shall change him into an
Owl."
All she did was to point one finger at him as she
spoke, but immediately the form of the Tin Woodman
began to change and in a few seconds Nick Chopper, the
Emperor of the Winkies, had been
transformed into an
Owl, with eyes as big as saucers and a
hooked beak and
strong claws. But he was still tin. He was a Tin Owl,
with tin legs and beak and eyes and feathers. When he
flew to the back of a chair and perched upon it, his
tin feathers rattled against one another with a tinny
clatter. The Giantess seemed much amused by the Tin
Owl's appearance, for her laugh was big and jolly.
"You're not
liable to get lost," said she, "for your
wings and feathers will make a
racketwherever you go.
And, on my word, a Tin Owl is so rare and pretty that
it is an
improvement on the ordinary bird. I did not
intend to make you tin, but I forgot to wish you to be
meat. However, tin you were, and tin you are, and as
it's too late to change you, that settles it."
Until now the Scarecrow had rather doubted the
possibility of Mrs. Yoop's being able to
transform him,
or his friend the Tin Woodman, for they were not made
as ordinary people are. He had worried more over what
might happen to Woot than to himself, but now he began
to worry about himself.
"Madam," he said
hastily, "I consider this action
very impolite. It may even be called rude, considering
we are your guests."
"You are not guests, for I did not invite you here,"
she replied.
"Perhaps not; but we craved
hospitality. We threw
ourselves upon your mercy, so to speak, and we now find
you have no mercy. Therefore, if you will excuse the
expression, I must say it is
downrightwicked to take
our proper forms away from us and give us others that
we do not care for."
"Are you
trying to make me angry?" she asked,
frowning.
"By no means," said the Scarecrow; "I'm just
tryingto make you act more ladylike."
"Oh, indeed! In my opinion, Mr. Scarecrow, you are
now
acting like a bear -- so a Bear you shall be!"
Again the
dreadful finger
pointed, this time in the
Scarecrow's direction, and at once his form began to
change. In a few seconds he had become a small Brown
Bear, but he was stuffed with straw as he had been
before, and when the little Brown Bear shuffled across
the floor he was just as wobbly as the Scarecrow had
been and moved just as awkwardly.
Woot was amazed, but he was also thoroughly
frightened.
"Did it hurt?" he asked the little Brown Bear.
"No, of course not," growled the Scarecrow in the
Bear's form; "but I don't like walking on four legs;
it's undignified."
"Consider my humiliation!" chirped the Tin Owl,
trying to settle its tin feathers
smoothly with its tin
beak. "And I can't see very well, either. The light
seems to hurt my eyes."
"That's because you are an Owl," said Woot. "I think
you will see better in the dark."
"Well," remarked the Giantess, "I'm very well pleased
with these new forms, for my part, and I'm sure you
will like them better when you get used to them. So
now," she added, turning to the boy, "it is your turn."
"Don't you think you'd better leave me as I am?"
asked Woot in a trembling voice.
"No," she replied, "I'm going to make a Monkey of
you. I love
monkeys -- they're so cute! -- and I think
a Green Monkey will be lots of fun and amuse me when I
am sad."
Woot shivered, for again the terrible magic finger
pointed, and
pointed directly his way. He felt himself
changing; not so very much, however, and it didn't hurt
him a bit. He looked down at his limbs and body and
found that his clothes were gone and his skin covered
with a fine, silk-like green fur. His hands and feet
were now those of a
monkey. He realized he really was a
monkey, and his first feeling was one of anger. He
began to
chatter as
monkeys do. He bounded to the seat
of a giant chair, and then to its back and with a wild
leap
sprang upon the laughing Giantess. His idea was to
seize her hair and pull it out by the roots, and so
have
revenge for her
wickedtransformations. But she
raised her hand and said:
"Gently, my dear Monkey -- gently! You're not angry;
you're happy as can be!"
Woot stopped short. No; he wasn't a bit angry now; he
felt as good-humored and gay as ever he did when a boy.
Instead of pulling Mrs. Yoop's hair, he perched on her
shoulder and smoothed her soft cheek with his hairy
paw. In return, she smiled at the funny green animal
and patted his head.
"Very good," said the Giantess. "Let us all become
friends and be happy together. How is my Tin Owl
feeling?"
"Quite comfortable," said the Owl. "I don't like it,
to be sure, but I'm not going to allow my new form to
make me
unhappy. But, tell me, please: what is a Tin
Owl good for?"
"You are only good to make me laugh," replied the
Giantess.
"Will a stuffed Bear also make you laugh?" inquired
the Scarecrow, sitting back on his haunches to look up
at her.
"Of course," declared the Giantess; "and I have added
a little magic to your
transformations to make you all
contented with wearing your new forms. I'm sorry I
didn't think to do that when I
transformed Polychrome
into a Canary-Bird. But perhaps, when she sees how
cheerful you are, she will cease to be silent and
sullen and take to singing. I will go get the bird and
let you see her."
With this, Mrs. Yoop went into the next room and soon
returned
bearing a golden cage in which sat upon a
swinging perch a lovely yellow Canary. "Polychrome,"
said the Giantess, "permit me to introduce to you a
Green Monkey, which used to be a boy called Woot the
Wanderer, and a Tin Owl, which used to be a Tin Woodman
named Nick Chopper, and a straw-stuffed little Brown
Bear which used to be a live Scarecrow."
"We already know one another," declared the
Scarecrow. "The bird is Polychrome, the Rainbow's
Daughter, and she and I used to be good friends."
"Are you really my old friend, the Scarecrow?" asked;
the bird, in a sweet, low voice.
"There!" cried Mrs. Yoop; "that's the first time she
has
spoken since she was
transformed."
"I am really your old friend," answered the
Scarecrow; "but you must
pardon me for appearing just
now in this
brutal form."
"I am a bird, as you are, dear Poly," said the Tin
Woodman; "but, alas! a Tin Owl is not as beautiful as a
Canary-Bird."
"How
dreadful it all is!" sighed the Canary.
"Couldn't you manage to escape from this terrible
Yookoohoo?"
No," answered the Scarecrow, "we tried to escape, but
failed. She first made us her prisoners and then
transformed us. But how did she manage to get you,
Polychrome?"'
"I was asleep, and she took
unfairadvantage of me,"
answered the bird sadly. "Had I been awake, I could
easily have protected myself."
"Tell me," said the Green Monkey
earnestly, as he
came close to the cage, "what must we do, Daughter of
the Rainbow, to escape from these
transformations?
Can't you help us, being a Fairy?" "At present I am
powerless to help even myself," replied the Canary.
"That's the exact truth!" exclaimed the Giantess, who
seemed pleased to hear the bird talk, even though it
complained; "you are all
helpless and in my power, so