eat?" said the Jaguar in a
scornful tone.
"How would mush-and-milk do?" asked the
Canary.
The Jaguar snarled in
derision and lashed his tail
against the ground angrily
"Give him some scrambled eggs on toast, Poly,"
suggested the Bear Scarecrow. "He ought to like that."
"I will," responded the Canary, and fluttering her
wings she made a
flight of three circles around the
stump. Then she flew up to a tree and the Bear and the
Owl and the Jaguar saw that upon the stump had appeared
a great green leaf upon which was a large
portion of
scrambled eggs on toast, smoking hot.
"There!" said the Bear; "eat your breakfast, friend
Jaguar, and be content."
The Jaguar crept closer to the stump and sniffed the
fragrance of the scrambled eggs. They smelled so good
that he tasted them, and they tasted so good that he
ate the strange meal in a hurry, proving he had been
really hungry.
"I prefer rabbits," he muttered, licking his chops,
"but I must admit the magic breakfast has filled my
stomach full, and brought me comfort. So I'm much
obliged for the kindness, little Fairy, and I'll now
leave you in peace."
Saying this, he plunged into the thick
underbrush and
soon disappeared, although they could hear his great
body crashing through the bushes until he was far
distant.
"That was a good way to get rid of the
savage beast,
Poly," said the Tin Woodman to the Canary; "but I'm
surprised that you didn't give our friend Woot a magic
breakfast, when you knew he was hungry."
"The reason for that," answered Polychrome, "was
that my mind was so
intent on other things that I quite
forgot my power to produce food by magic. But where is
the
monkey boy?"
"Gone!" said the Scarecrow Bear,
solemnly. "The earth
has swallowed him up."
Chapter Nine
The Quarrelsome Dragons
The Green Monkey sank
gently into the earth for a
little way and then tumbled
swiftly through space,
landing on a rocky floor with a thump that astonished
him. Then he sat up, found that no bones were broken,
and gazed around him.
He seemed to be in a big
underground cave, which was
dimly lighted by dozens of big round discs that looked
like moons. They were not moons, however, as Woot
discovered when he had examined the place more
carefully. They were eyes. The eyes were in the heads
of
enormous beasts whose bodies trailed far behind
them. Each beast was bigger than an
elephant, and three
times as long, and there were a dozen or more of the
creatures scattered here and there about the
cavern. On
their bodies were big scales, as round as pie-plates,
which were
beautifully tinted in shades of green,
purple and orange. On the ends of their long tails were
clusters of jewels. Around the great, moon-like eyes
were circles of diamonds which sparkled in the subdued
light that glowed from the eyes.
Woot saw that the creatures had wide mouths and rows
of terrible teeth and, from tales he had heard of such
beings, he knew he had fallen into a
cavern inhabited
by the great Dragons that had been
driven from the
surface of the earth and were only allowed to come out
once in a hundred years to search for food. Of course
he had never seen Dragons before, yet there was no
mistaking them, for they were
unlike any other living
creatures.
Woot sat upon the floor where he had fallen, staring
around, and the owners of the big eyes returned his
look,
silently and
motionless. Finally one of the
Dragons which was
farthest away from him asked, in a
deep, grave voice:
"What was that?"
And the greatest Dragon of all, who was just in front
of the Green Monkey, answered in a still deeper voice:
"It is some foolish animal from Outside."
"Is it good to eat?" inquired a smaller Dragon beside
the great one. "I'm hungry."
"Hungry!" exclaimed all the Dragons, in a reproachful
chorus; and then the great one said chidingly: "Tut-
tut, my son! You've no reason to be hungry at this
time."
"Why not?" asked the little Dragon. "I haven't eaten
anything in eleven years."
"Eleven years is nothing," remarked another Dragon,
sleepily
opening and closing his eyes; "I haven't
feasted for eighty-seven years, and I dare not get
hungry for a dozen or so years to come. Children who
eat between meals should be broken of the habit."
"All I had, eleven years ago, was a rhinoceros, and
that's not a full meal at all," grumbled the young one.
"And, before that, I had waited sixty-two years to be
fed; so it's no wonder I'm hungry."
"How old are you now?" asked Woot, forgetting his own
dangerous position in his interest in the conversation.
"Why, I'm -- I'm -- How old am I, Father?" asked the
little Dragon.
"Goodness gracious! what a child to ask questions. Do
you want to keep me thinking all the time? Don't you
know that thinking is very bad for Dragons?" returned
the big one, impatiently.
"How old am I, Father?" persisted the small Dragon.
"About six hundred and thirty, I believe. Ask your
mother."
"No; don't!" said an old Dragon in the background;
"haven't I enough worries, what with being wakened in
the middle of a nap, without being obliged to keep
track of my children's ages?"
"You've been fast asleep for over sixty years,
Mother," said the child Dragon. "How long a nap do you
wish?"
"I should have slept forty years longer. And this
strange little green beast should be
punished for
falling into our
cavern and disturbing us."
"I didn't know you were here, and I didn't know I was
going to fall in," explained Woot.
"Nevertheless, here you are," said the great Dragon,
"and you have
carelessly wakened our entire tribe; so
it stands to reason you must be
punished."
"In what way?" inquired the Green Monkey, trembling a
little.
"Give me time and I'll think of a way. You're in no
hurry, are you?" asked the great Dragon.
"No, indeed," cried Woot. "Take your time. I'd much
rather you'd all go to sleep again, and
punish me when
you wake up in a hundred years or so."
"Let me eat him!" pleaded the littlest Dragon.
"He is too small," said the father. "To eat this one
Green Monkey would only serve to make you hungry for
more, and there are no more."
"Quit this
chatter and let me get to sleep,"
protested another Dragon, yawning in a
fearful manner,
for when he opened his mouth a sheet of flame leaped
forth from it and made Woot jump back to get out of its
way.
In his jump he bumped against the nose of a Dragon
behind him, which opened its mouth to growl and shot
another sheet of flame at him. The flame was bright,
but not very hot, yet Woot screamed with
terror and
sprang forward with a great bound. This time he landed
on the paw of the great Chief Dragon, who angrily
raised his other front paw and struck the Green Monkey
a
fierce blow. Woot went sailing through the air and
fell sprawling upon the rocky floor far beyond the
place where the Dragon Tribe was grouped.
All the great beasts were now
thoroughly wakened and
aroused, and they blamed the
monkey for disturbing
their quiet. The littlest Dragon darted after Woot and
the others turned their unwieldy bodies in his
direction and followed, flashing from their eyes and
mouths flames which lighted up the entire
cavern. Woot
almost gave himself up for lost, at that moment, but he
scrambled to his feet and dashed away to the
farthestend of the cave, the Dragons following more leisurely
because they were too
clumsy to move fast. Perhaps they
thought there was no need of haste, as the
monkey could
not escape from the cave. But, away up at the end of
the place, the
cavern floor was heaped with tumbled
rocks, so Woot, with an agility born of fear, climbed
from rock to rock until he found himself crouched
against the
cavern roof. There he waited, for he could
go no farther, while on over the tumbled rocks slowly
crept the Dragons -- the littlest one coming first
because he was hungry as well as angry.
The beasts had almost reached him when Woot,
remembering his lace apron -- now sadly torn and soiled
-- recovered his wits and shouted: "Open!" At the cry a
hole appeared in the roof of the
cavern, just over his
head, and through it the
sunlight streamed full upon
the Green Monkey
The Dragons paused, astonished at the magic and
blinking at the
sunlight, and this gave Woot time to
climb through the
opening. As soon as he reached the
surface of the earth the hole closed again, and the boy
monkey realized, with a
thrill of joy, that he had seen
the last of the dangerous Dragon family
He sat upon the ground, still panting hard from his
exertions, when the bushes before him parted and his
former enemy, the Jaguar, appeared.
"Don't run," said the
woodland beast, as Woot sprang
up; "you are
perfectly safe, so far as I am concerned,
for since you so
mysteriously disappeared I have had my
breakfast. I am now on my way home to sleep the rest of
the day."
"Oh, indeed!" returned the Green Monkey, in a tone
both sorry and startled. "Which of my friends did you
manage to eat?"
"None of them," returned the Jaguar, with a sly grin
had a dish of magic scrambled eggs-on toast -- and it
wasn't a bad feast, at all. There isn't room in me for
even you, and I don't regret it because I judge, from
your green color, that you are not ripe, and would make
an
indifferent meal. We jaguars have to be careful of
our digestions. Farewell, Friend Monkey. Follow the
path I made through the bushes and you will find your
friends."
With this the Jaguar marched on his way and Woot took
his advice and followed the trail he had made until he