"Well, we can't find Ozma unless we get past these thistles," declared
Dorothy.
Scraps danced around them two or three times without reply. Then she
said, "Don't look at me, you stupid folks. Look at those blankets."
The Wizard's face brightened at once.
"Why didn't we think of those blankets before?"
"Because you haven't magic brains," laughed Scraps.
"Such brains as you have are of the common sort that grow in your heads,
like weeds in a garden. I'm sorry for you people who have to be born in order to be
alive."
But the Wizard was not listening to her. He quickly removed the
blankets from the back of the Sawhorse and spread one of them upon the
thistles, just next the grass. The thick cloth rendered the prickers
harmless, so the Wizard walked over this first blanket and spread the
second one farther on, in the direction of the phantom city. "These
blankets," said he, "are for the Lion and the Mule to walk upon. The
Sawhorse and the Woozy can walk on the thistles."
So the Lion and the Mule walked over the first blanket and stood upon
the second one until the Wizard had picked up the one they had passed
over and spread it in front of them, when they advanced to that one
and waited while the one behind them was again spread in front. "This
is slow work," said the Wizard, "but it will get us to the city after
a while."
"The city is a good half mile away yet," announced Button-Bright.
"And this is awful hard work for the Wizard," added Trot.
"Why couldn't the Lion ride on the Woozy's back?"
asked Dorothy."it's a big, flat back, and the Woozy's mighty strong.
Perhaps the Lion wouldn't fall off."
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