The Royal Book of Oz
covery by little Dorothy he was really unhappy. Living as he did in a Fairyland he had taken many things for granted and had rather prided himself on his unusual appearance. Indeed not until Professor Wogglebug's rude remarks concerning his family had he given his past a thought.
"I am the only person in Oz without a family!" he reflected sorrowfully. "Even the Cowardly Lion has kingly parents and a palm tree! But I must keep thinking. My brains have never failed me yet. Who was I? Who were I? Who were I?"
Often he thought so hard that he forgot to look where he was going and ran headlong into fences, stumbled down gutters, and over stiles. But fortunately the dear fellow could not hurt himself and he would struggle up, pat his straw into shape and walk straightway into something else. He made good time in between falls, however, and was soon well on his way down the yellow brick road that ran through the Munchkin Country. For he had determined to return to the Munchkin farm where Dorothy had first discovered him and try to find some traces of his family.
Now being stuffed with straw has many advantages, for, requiring neither food nor sleep, the Scare-
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