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By
Ruth Plumly Thompson and T.K. Wade
“This
reminds me of old Oz times, just we four together like this!”
Waving
his tail gently, the Cowardly Lion blinked happily at little Dorothy who was
riding in state upon his back, then up at the Tin Woodman and the Scarecrow who
were walking arm in arm at his side.
“Do
you remember how we first came to the Emerald City, boys? How the Scarecrow got
his magic brains and Nick his heart and I some of the Wizard's courage?”
“Sometimes
I think that was the best adventure we ever had.” sighed Dorothy, patting the
Cowardly Lion dreamily on the ear. “Do you remember how the cyclone blew me
from Kansas to Oz and how I found the Scarecrow and lifted him down from his
pole?”
“A
lift I shall never forget, my dear!” Snatching off his old blue hat, the
Scarecrow dropped such a deep bow that he lost his balance and toppled into a
ditch at the side of the road.
“And
do you remember how you found me rusting in the green forest?” put in Nick
Chopper, pulling the Scarecrow expertly to his feet and looking eagerly down at
Dorothy — “and how I told you my sad, sad story?”
“There,
there! You needn't tell it again," said the Cowardly Lion gruffly. “We all
know how your ax was enchanted by a wicked witch and how you chopped off one
arm, then the other, then your head, both legs and your body. And we know how
after each ax-ident you were mended by a friendly tin smith till you were
entirely a man of tin. Then you were caught in a rain storm which rusted your
joints and you stood helplessly in the forest for a year until little Dorothy
oiled you up and brought you to the Emerald City with us. I know that
story by heart.” Wagging his tail roguishly, the Cowardly Lion grinned up at
his old friend.
“But
you’ll admit it’s a good story?” Taking out a piece of chamois, the Tin Woodman
began to rub up his shiny chest. “How many changes since those days,” he mused
thoughtfully, “Instead of a poor wood chopper, I am now Emperor of the
winkies.”
“And
Dorothy a Princess of Oz,” rumbled the Cowardly Lion proudly, “and the
Scarecrow here chief councilor and advisor to the Queen. It isn’t many
countries that have a Scarecrow to advise them.”
“Or
a Cowardly Lion to fight for them," smiled Dorothy, going the Cowardly
Lion a little hug. “That’s what makes Oz so nice and funny.”
And
Dorothy is right about that, for in the marvelous Land of Oz, ruled over by
Ozma, the loveliest little girl fairy out of the world, all the inhabitants are
either nice or funny and some like the Scarecrow are nice and funny too. So
perhaps because she had discovered the Scarecrow and the Cowardly Lion and
rescued the Tin Woodman on her very first adventure, she is fonder of them than
of anyone else in the entire kingdom.
They
were on their way to the Tin Woodman’s, to celebrate the tenth anniversary of
the building of his tin castle. Chatting away merrily about old times, they
proceeded down the Queen's Highway that leads from the Emerald City to the Land
of the Winkies. The morning passed pleasantly enough, but as the sun grew
hotter the Cowardly Lion began to pant a little and complain that the gold
paving stones were hurting his feet, so to please him they stepped off the
Highway and turned into a little wood.
“I
wish we had brought along some lunch,” said Dorothy after they had gone a
little way in silence. “There aren’t any houses in here, and nothing grows on
these trees but leaves.”
“I
see something that’s not a leaf!” exclaimed the Scarecrow, waving his hat
toward a tree that stood all by itself a little distance ahead. “I see
something that looks like a pear, is colored like a cherry and is as large as a
cantaloupe."
“Wonder
what it would taste like,” said Dorothy, hopping off the Cowardly Lion's back
and looking up curiously at the strange fruit.
“Better
leave it alone,” advised the Cowardly Lion, beginning to tremble slightly.
“We'll soon be at Nick Chopper’s now and he will have a regular feast for us.
won't you, old fellow?Better leave it alone — it may be poison!” "You're
always afraid of something.” sniffed the Tin Woodman. "Of course there’ll
be a feast at the castle, but why shouldn't Dorothy have this fruit if she
wants it? I'm too stiff to climb a tree, but the Scarecrow will pick it for
her.” “But I shall taste it first,” insisted the Cowardly Lion in a faint
voice. “Then if anything happens it will happen to me and not to Dorothy.”
“Nothing
will happen,” laughed Dorothy, throwing both arms 'round the Cowardly Lion's
neck, “but you're pretty brave. I think!”
“That's
the way with him!” chuckled the Scarecrow. "Always feeling cowardly and
acting bravely. Give me a boost, Nick, and I’ll have that fruit in two whiffs
of a whiffet!” So while the Cowardly Lion shook his head mournfully, Nick
Chopper lifted the Scarecrow up till he could catch hold of a lower branch.
Then quite easily the straw man swung himself aloft.
But
horrors! No sooner had his foot touched the third bough than the tree began to
send out new branches. Thicker and thicker, faster and faster they grew till
the Scarecrow was entirely hidden by a mass of leaves and twigs.
“Well,
that’s funny!” muttered the Tin Woodman, peering up nervously. "Are you
still there, old fellow?” The Cowardly Lion pricked up his ears and Dorothy and
Nick waited anxiously for an answer. But none came, only the rustle of the wind
in the leaves....
-Wade-
…could be heard by the three confused travelers.
“I was worried something
like this might happen,” whimpered the Cowardly Lion placing a trembling paw to
his maw. “And there is no telling what had happened to him now.”
“He’s probably just all
tangled up in those branches,” figured Dorothy cautiously. “Although I have
never seen a tree grow out like that so suddenly.”
“Well, I shouldn’t think
we can leave without him. What should we do?”
“Panicking might be an
option,” muttered the Cowardly Lion who was still very much worried for the
straw man’s safety.
“I’ve climbed a few trees
back at my home in Kansas. I might be able to get to the Scarecrow and untangle
him.”
“Oh, please don’t,”
advised the Cowardly Lion.
Nick Chopper looked up
thoughtfully at the place where his old chum had disappeared. He trusted in
Dorothy although he was concerned that the same thing might happen to her.
After all, this was the first time any of them had come upon this manner of
problem.
“I say you should attempt
to find the Scarecrow, Dorothy,” said the Tin Woodman. “But do promise me that
you shall leap down the moment you sense anything is wrong.”
“The very moment,”
cautioned the Cowardly Lion. “If you get caught, I’ll have to climb up to save
both of you and the very thought of doing so frightens me.”
“Very well,” said the
little girl with a nod. Stepping out of her shoes, Dorothy approached the tree
while the Tin Woodman carefully assisted her with his strong metal hands to
climb up to the first branch.
Once she was stable, the
girl attempted to make her way up to the mass of overgrown branches where the
Scarecrow had disappeared. But as she reached the second bough, the same thing
that happened before happened a second time. New branches shot out quickly all
around her. Dorothy attempted to climb down and out of their way, but they came
out so fast that she was quickly encompassed. Soon nobody could see her at all.”
“Dorothy, dear?” called
the Tin Woodman. “Dorothy, can you hear me?” But like what had occurred with
the Scarecrow, Dorothy could not be heard answering him back.
“Dorothy too?” trembled
the Cowardly Lion. “Is this tree cursed?”
“Perhaps,” replied the Tin
Woodman as he placed his ax to the side. “I have no choice but to try to climb
the tree myself, although I am not very fit for climbing anything.”
“Maybe there is a ladder
nearby,” suggested the Cowardly Lion looking about for one, but of course there
was no ladder anywhere.
Nick Chopper did his
level best to climb up the tree, but as you may suspect his metal joints were
much too stiff to perform such a feat. Also his metal feet kept slipping down
the trunk preventing him from gaining a foothold. The poor fellow could not
even reach the first branch.
-Thompson-
"Now,
what shall we do? What shall we do now?” moaned the Cowardly Lion as Nick,
after a tenth attempt to climb the tree, fell heavily on his back and lay
blinking up at the sky.
“If
I can stand on you, maybe I can make it,” panted the Tin Woodman, rising
creakily to his feet and picking up his ax.
“What
good will that do?” roared the Cowardly Lion dismally. “Do you want to
disappear too? Stop climbing and think, can’t you?” Thus admonished, Nick
Chopper stood perfectly still and after a moment’s deep thought strode sternly
up to the tree.
“I’ll
chop it down,” declared the Tin Woodman boldly, and raising his ax he sent a
crashing blow against the stout tree trunk. Again and again Nick’s ax rose and
fell. The Cowardly Lion blinked and shuddered at each blow, and dodging the
flying chips prepared to catch Dorothy and the Scarecrow as they fell. At last,
with a terrific crash, the tree did fall. Nick jumped back with a little cry of
triumph and the Cowardly Lion rushed forward with a little roar of relief. But
there was no sign of Dorothy or the Scarecrow anywhere to be seen. The great
red fruit lay crushed on the ground, and as the two stared in fright and alarm
a little brown dwarf sprang furiously out of the branches.
“Treason! Treason!”
yelled the dwarf, shaking his fist at the Tin Woodman.
“Treason! Treason!
Without reason
You’ve robbed the tree of
Whutter Wee.
If you would see your
friends once more
Chop it to kindling wood,
before
The night. Unless it’s
chopped up then,
You’ll never see your friends again!”
“Stop!” cried the Tin
Woodman, making a little snatch at the dwarf. But before he could touch him the
little fellow stamped three times and sank into the earth.
“Don’t stop! Chop!”
coughed the Cowardly Lion, springing up in a frenzy. “Chop, Nick, chop! Didn't
you hear what he said? Chop for your life while I run for help!”
With a bound ten feet
long, the Cowardly Lion started in the direction of the Emerald City, while
Nick, seizing the ax, began to chop as fast as he had ever done in his whole
two lives. But for every branch he cut off two more grew, and to add to his
discomfort and dismay it began to storm. Long growls of thunder came rumbling
through the forest, followed by green and blue flashes of lightning. Then came
the rain, harder and harder and harder. As long as he could, poor Nick kept
chopping, but soon the steady downpour washed all the oil from his body.
Jerkier and jerkier became his strokes and rustier and rustier his joints of
tin till at last, with a dismal squeak and his arms still uplifted, the Tin
Woodman stopped altogether, powerless to move or strike another blow.
Above the howling of the
wind he could hear the snap of new branches that were growing upon the hateful
tree and the low malicious laughter of the little brown dwarf under the leaves.
“Unless the Cowardly Lion
reaches the Emerald City before night, all is lost,” groaned poor Nick, and at
the thought of never seeing little Dorothy or the Scarecrow again his own tears
joined the rain drops that were coursing down his tin cheeks.
-Wade-
Like a bolt of the same
lightning steaking across the sky the Cowardly Lion shot across the Queen’s
Highway. No longer did the golden bricks hurt his feet. The feline cared
nothing for his own discomfort, but that the loss of two of his friends were a
very real possibility. He could do nothing but run faster than he had ever done
in the whole of his life. Fear was what drove him onward which was the same
sort of feeling that had driven him to fight so many times before.
This storm that had
caused the Tin Woodman to rust had spread even to the Emerald City which was
not accustomed to such weather. All the Ozians living there ran into their
homes to prevent getting wet or even worse to be struck by the flashing
lightning. But as all these people ran into the houses, the Cowardly Lion
dashed through the gates, down the roads, and directly into the Emerald Palace
where Princess Ozma and the Wizard presently resided.
“Dorothy and the Scarecrow
are in terrible danger!” cried the Cowardly Lion as he crashed through the door
to the throne room. Princess Ozma had been having tea with the Wizard at the
time, and imagine their surprise when a soaking wet Lion came in, slipping and
sliding across the polished floor with such terrible news.
Placing down her teacup,
the Princess immediately stood up and addressed the panting and ragged Lion, “My
goodness, you poor dear. Tell us what has happened.”
“Indeed and quickly,”
added the Wizard, taking the matter seriously.
As quickly as he could,
the Cowardly Lion sputtered out what had happened to the best of his ability,
but the poor creature seemed close to passing out for he had run a very long
distance in such a very short time. All four of his legs were wobbling
violently as he attempted to remain standing.
“The tree of Whutter
Wee?” said the Wizard thoughtfully.
“Have you heard of it?”
asked Princess Ozma with much concern.
“Yes, I believe I had a
conversation once with Glinda about it. It is an enchanted tree that is usually
found within the Quadling country.”
“Why, that explains the
red fruit,” remarked the Princess.
“Indeed, yes,”
acknowledged the Wizard. “These trees are enchanted by mischievous little
dwarves of course, but Glinda had told me that she had stopped them with her
magic some time ago.”
“All but for this one,”
coughed the Cowardly Lion who looked as if he was about to fall over.
Ozma quickly stepped over
to the Lion and held his head and mane in her arms to give him comfort. “You
did very good to bring us this news so swiftly, brave Lion. The Wizard must
surely know how to deal with this dwarf, so you may now rest knowing that
everything will be done.”
“Sounds good,” was all
the Cowardly Lion could think to say before he passed out in the middle of the
throne room floor.
The Wizard was already
looking through his black bag which was full of his magical tools. In this bag
was a little black booklet with notes he had taken back when Glinda was
teaching him his craft. Flipping through these notes he came to a page and
suddenly snapped his fingers. “I have the solution, Princess, but there is not
much time. I require the use of the Magic Belt. You must transport me to the
Tin Woodman immediately.”
“Of course, Wizard,” said
Ozma who went quickly to a vault to obtain the Magic Belt. This famous belt was
once owned by the evil Gnome King but had since fallen into the possession of
Princess Ozma to be used for the benefit of the Land of Oz. When she returned
to the throne room the fairy princess was wearing the bejeweled belt, and
taking hold of each side of it she gazed upon the waiting Wizard and spoke the
words, “I wish that the Wizard be transported to where the Tin Woodman is.” And
in the blink of an eye the Wizard was gone.
Still the storm raged and
still poor Nick Chopper stood with his ax raised in the air. The branches were
still growing around him threatening to imprison him within them as well. Even
if he could be free of his rust, he felt as if he could never manage to chop
all of the ever-growing branches in time for the day was already at an end.
But just as all hope
seemed to be gone, the Wizard himself appeared amidst the wind and the rain.
Holding on to his hat, the little man made several knowledgeable passes of his
hand and called out as loud as he could muster,
“Treason! Treason! But
there’s the reason
For Glinda’s laws you
have broken this season!
From out of the ground
you must come once more
To make this world as
good as before!
And if you fail, what
punishment then
Where you’ll be banished from
now unto the end!”
A pitiful scream was
heard from the earth up to the sky. The mischievous dwarf that had played his
tricks sprung up from out of the mud, covering his face in shame. “I’m sorry!
I’m sorry! I meant you no harm! Let me give them back to you before it’s too
late!”
“Do it now!” cried the
Wizard.
The brown dwarf spun
around in a circle and as he did so the storm suddenly cleared up. Also the
branches began to dry up quickly and become brittle, breaking up into tiny
pieces. Beneath these pieces were two forms, that of the Scarecrow and Dorothy.
Both appeared to just be waking up. This was certainly a very strange sensation
for the straw man who had never slept a day in his life. Although he still
could not move, the Tin Woodman was very happy and pleased that he would not
have to lose two of his best friends.
“Goodness gracious!” said
Dorothy as she sat up. “I don’t remember a thing after climbing that tree.”
“Neither do I,” said the
Scarecrow. “But it looks as if my old chum, Nick Chopper has rusted.”
The Wizard smiled and
said, “He’ll be fixed up in no time. If it was not for the bravery of him and
the Cowardly Lion, you two might have been lost forever.” He then turned to the
blushing dwarf and said with a stern voice, “And you should go back to Glinda
and seek her favor or else you really will be banished.”
“Right away!” the little
man said. “Right away and without delay!” And so he ran away.
Once the Tin Woodman was
oiled up, Dorothy, the Scarecrow, and the Wizard all returned to the Emerald
City. Still asleep upon the throne room floor was the Cowardly Lion. Despite
him being wet, Dorothy and the Scarecrow both embraced him, waking the feline
up.
“My good friends!” roared
the Cowardly Lion. “I was so frightened that I had lost you both forever. I ran
so fast that my feet nearly fell off my body.”
“He really did,” said
Princess Ozma with a smile.
Dorothy continued to hug
the Lion as she said, “There is no one braver in the Land of Oz than you,
Cowardly Lion.”
“Even so,” returned the
Lion shakily, “Even so, I think I’d rather just eat at the palace from now on.”
Everyone laughed, and indeed a feast was being prepared at that very moment.
The end.
*****
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