“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?”97
“I was asleep, and she took unfair advantage 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 you may as well make up your minds to accept your fate and be content. Remember that you are transformed for good, since no magic on earth can break your enchantments. I am now going out for my morning walk, for each day after breakfast I walk sixteen times around my castle for exercise. Amuse yourselves while I am gone, and when I return I hope to find you all reconciled and happy.”
So the Giantess walked to the door by which our friends had entered the great hall and spoke one word: “Open!” Then the door swung open and after Mrs. Yoop had passed out it closed again with a snap as its powerful bolts shot into place. The Green Monkey had rushed toward the opening, hoping to escape, but he was too late and only got a bump on his nose as the door slammed shut.
The Lace Apron
CHAPTER 7
“Now,” said the Canary, in a tone more brisk than before, “we may talk together more freely, as Mrs. Yoop cannot hear us. Perhaps we can figure out a way to escape.”
“Open!” said Woot the Monkey, still facing the door; but his command had no effect and he slowly rejoined the others.
“You cannot open any door or window in this enchanted castle unless you are wearing the Magic Apron,” said the Canary.
“What Magic Apron do you mean?” asked the Tin Owl, in a curious voice.
“The lace one, which the Giantess always wears. I have been her prisoner, in this cage, for several weeks, and she hangs my cage in her bedroom every night, so that she can keep her eye on me,” explained Polychrome the Canary. “Therefore I have discovered that it is the Magic Apron that opens the doors and windows, and nothing else can move them. When she goes to bed, Mrs. Yoop hangs her apron on the bedpost, and one morning she forgot to put it on when she commanded the door to open, and the door would not move. So then she put on the lace apron and the door obeyed her. That was how I learned the magic power of the apron.”
“I see — I see!” said the little Brown Bear, wagging his stuffed head. “Then, if we could get the apron from Mrs. Yoop, we could open the doors and escape from our prison.”
“That is true, and it is the plan I was about to suggest,” replied Polychrome the Canary-Bird. “However, I don’t believe the Owl could steal the apron, or even the Bear, but perhaps the Monkey could hide in her room at night and get the apron while she is asleep.”
“I’ll try it!” cried Woot the Monkey. “I’ll try it this very night, if I can manage to steal into her bedroom.”
“You mustn’t think about it, though,” warned the bird, “for she can read your thoughts whenever she cares to do so. And do not forget, before you escape, to take me with you. Once I am out of the power of the Giantess, I may discover a way to save us all.”
“We won’t forget our fairy friend,” promised the boy; “but perhaps you can tell me how to get into the bedroom.”
“No,” declared Polychrome, “I cannot advise you as to that. You must watch for a chance, and slip in when Mrs. Yoop isn’t looking.”
They talked it over for a while longer and then Mrs. Yoop returned. When she entered, the door opened suddenly, at her command, and closed as soon as her huge form had passed through the doorway. During that day she entered her bedroom several times, on one errand or another, but always she commanded the door to close behind her and her prisoners found not the slightest chance to leave the big hall in which they were confined.
The Green Monkey thought it would be wise to make a friend of the big woman, so as to gain her confidence, so he sat on the back of her chair and chattered to her while she mended her stockings and sewed silver buttons on some golden shoes that were as big as row-boats. This pleased the Giantess and she would pause at times to pat the Monkey’s head. The little Brown Bear curled up in a corner and lay still all day. The Owl and the Canary found they could converse together in the bird language, which neither the Giantess nor the Bear nor the Monkey could understand; so at times they twittered away to each other and passed the long, dreary day quite cheerfully.
After dinner Mrs. Yoop took a big fiddle from a big cupboard and played such loud and dreadful music that her prisoners were all thankful when at last she stopped and said she was going to bed.
After cautioning the Monkey and Bear and Owl to behave themselves during the night, she picked up the cage containing the Canary and, going to the door of her bedroom, commanded it to open. Just then, however, she remembered she had left her fiddle lying upon a table, so she went back for it and put it away in the cupboard, and while her back was turned the Green Monkey slipped through the open door into her bedroom and hid underneath the bed. The Giantess, being sleepy, did not notice this, and entering her room she made the door close behind her and then hung the bird-cage on a peg by the window. Then she began to undress, first taking off the lace apron and laying it over the bedpost, where it was within easy reach of her hand.
As soon as Mrs. Yoop was in bed the lights all went out, and Woot the Monkey crouched under the bed and waited patiently until he heard the Giantess snoring. Then he crept out and in the dark felt around until he got hold of the apron, which he at once tied around his own waist.
Next, Woot tried to find the Canary, and there was just enough moonlight showing through the window to enable him to see where the cage hung; but it was out of his reach. At first he was tempted to leave Polychrome and escape with his other friends, but remembering his promise to the Rainbow’s Daughter Woot tried to think how to save her.
A chair stood near the window, and this — showing dimly in the moonlight — gave him an idea. By pushing against it with all his might, he found he could move the giant chair a few inches at a time. So he pushed and pushed until the chair was beneath the bird-cage, and then he sprang noiselessly upon the seat — for his monkey form enabled him to jump higher than he could do as a boy — and from there to the back of the chair, and so managed to reach the cage and take it off the peg. Then down he sprang to the floor and made his way to the door.
“Open!” he commanded, and at once the door obeyed and swung open. But his voice wakened Mrs. Yoop, who gave a wild cry and sprang out of bed with one bound. The Green Monkey dashed through the doorway, carrying the cage with him, and before the Giantess could reach the door it slammed shut and imprisoned her in her own bed-chamber!
The noise she made, pounding upon the door, and her yells of anger and dreadful threats of vengeance, filled all our friends with terror, and Woot the Monkey was so excited that in the dark he could not find the outer door of the hall. But the Tin Owl could see very nicely in the dark, so he guided his friends to the right place and when all were grouped before the door Woot commanded it to open. The Magic Apron proved as powerful as when it had been worn by the Giantess, so a moment later they had rushed through the passage and were standing in the fresh night air outside the castle, free to go wherever they willed.
The Menace of the Forest
CHAPTER 8
“Quick!” cried Polychrome the Canary; “we must hurry, or Mrs. Yoop may find some way to recapt
ure us, even now. Let us get out of her Valley as soon as possible.”
So they set off toward the east, moving as swiftly as they could, and for a long time they could hear the yells and struggles of the imprisoned Giantess. The Green Monkey could run over the ground very swiftly, and he carried with him the bird-cage containing Polychrome the Rainbow’s Daughter. Also the Tin Owl could skip and fly along at a good rate of speed, his feathers rattling against one another with a tinkling sound as he moved. But the little Brown Bear, being stuffed with straw, was a clumsy traveler and the others had to wait for him to follow.
However, they were not very long in reaching the ridge that led out of Mrs. Yoop’s Valley, and when they had passed this ridge and descended into the next valley they stopped to rest, for the Green Monkey was tired.
“I believe we are safe, now,” said Polychrome, when her cage was set down and the others had all gathered around it, “for Mrs. Yoop dares not go outside of her own Valley, for fear of being captured by her enemies. So we may take our time to consider what to do next.”
“I’m afraid poor Mrs. Yoop will starve to death, if no one lets her out of her bedroom,” said Woot, who had a heart as kind as that of the Tin Woodman. “We’ve taken her Magic Apron away, and now the doors will never open.”109
“Don’t worry about that,” advised Polychrome. “Mrs. Yoop has plenty of magic left to console her.”
“Are you sure of that?” asked the Green Monkey.
“Yes, for I’ve been watching her for weeks,” said the Canary. “She has six magic hairpins, which she wears in her hair, and a magic ring which she wears on her thumb and which is invisible to all eyes except those of a fairy, and magic bracelets on both her ankles. So I am positive that she will manage to find a way out of her prison.”
“She might transform the door into an archway,” suggested the little Brown Bear.
“That would be easy for her,” said the Tin Owl; “but I’m glad she was too angry to think of that before we got out of her Valley.”
“Well, we have escaped the big woman, to be sure,” remarked the Green Monkey, “but we still wear the awful forms the cruel yookoohoo gave us. How are we going to get rid of these shapes, and become ourselves again?”
None could answer that question. They sat around the cage, brooding over the problem, until the Monkey fell 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 again.”
“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 — Polychr
ome, 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.”117
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!”
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