The Royal Book of Oz
had innumerable invitations from the hospitable Munchkins. He was anxious to reach his destination, however, so refused them all and, travelling night and day, came without further mishap or adventure late on the second evening to the little Munchkin farm where Dorothy had first discovered him. He was curious to know whether the pole on which he had been hoisted to scare away the crows still stood. in the cornfield, and whether the farmer who had made him could tell him anything further about his history.
"It is a shame to waken him," thought the kind Scarecrow. "I'll just take a look in the corn-field." The moon shone so brightly that he had no trouble finding his way about. With a little cry of pleasure he pushed his way through the dry corn stalks. There in the center of the field stood a tall pole—the very identical bean pole from which he had descended.
"All the family or family tree I've got!" cried the Scarecrow, running toward it with emotion.
"What's that?" A window in the farm house was thrown up and a sleepy Munchkin thrust out his head. "What are you doing?" he called crossly.
"Thinking!" said the Scarecrow, leaning heavily against the bean pole.
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