"She was the Wicked Witch of the East, as I said," answered the little woman. "There is nothing to be done," said the little woman calmly. "Oh, dear! Oh, dear!" cried Dorothy, clasping her hands together in dismay. There, indeed, just under the corner of the great beam the house rested on, two feet were sticking out, shod in silver shoes with pointed toes. "There are her two feet, still sticking out from under a block of wood."ĭorothy looked, and gave a little cry of fright. See!" she continued, pointing to the corner of the house. "Your house did, anyway," replied the little old woman, with a laugh, "and that is the same thing. What could the little woman possibly mean by calling her a sorceress, and saying she had killed the Wicked Witch of the East? Dorothy was an innocent, harmless little girl, who had been carried by a cyclone many miles from home and she had never killed anything in all her life.īut the little woman evidently expected her to answer so Dorothy said, with hesitation, "You are very kind, but there must be some mistake.
MUNCHKINS WIZARD OF OZ FREE
We are so grateful to you for having killed the Wicked Witch of the East, and for setting our people free from bondage."ĭorothy listened to this speech with wonder. "You are welcome, most noble Sorceress, to the land of the Munchkins. But the little old woman walked up to Dorothy, made a low bow and said, in a sweet voice: When these people drew near the house where Dorothy was standing in theĭoorway, they paused and whispered among themselves, as if afraid to come farther. Her face was covered with wrinkles, her hair was nearly white, and she walked rather stiffly. But the little woman was doubtless much older.
The men, Dorothy thought, were about as old as Uncle Henry, for two of them had beards. Well-polished boots with a deep roll of blue at the tops. Men were dressed in blue, of the same shade as their hats, and wore Sprinkled little stars that glistened in the sun like diamonds. Wore a white gown that hung in pleats from her shoulders. The hats of the men were blue the little woman's hat was white, and she They wore round hats that rose to a small point a foot above their heads, with little bells around the brims that tinkled sweetly as they moved. Three were men and one a woman, and all were oddly dressed. In fact, they seemed aboutĪs tall as Dorothy, who was a well-grown child for her age, although they were, so far as looks go, many years older. They were not as big as the grown folk she had always been used to but neither were they very small. While she stood looking eagerly at the strange and beautiful sights, she noticed coming toward her a group of the queerest people she had ever seen. Who had lived so long on the dry, gray prairies.
Green banks, and murmuring in a voice very grateful to a little girl Banks of gorgeous flowers were on every hand, and birds with rare and brilliant plumage sang and fluttered in the trees and bushes.Ī little way off was a small brook, rushing and sparkling along between There were lovely patches of greensward all about, with stately trees bearing rich and luscious fruits.
The cyclone had set the house down very gently-for a cyclone-in the midst of a country of marvelous beauty. The little girl gave a cry of amazement and looked about her, her eyes growing bigger and bigger at the wonderful sights she saw.
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