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Chapter 13 The Restoration

  • The Tin Owl gave a hoot of delight when he saw the Red Wagon draw up befor_injur's house, and the Brown Bear grunted and growled with glee and trotte_oward Ozma as fast as he could wobble. As for the Canary, it flew swiftly t_orothy's shoulder and perched there, saying in her ear:
  • "Thank goodness you have come to our rescue!"
  • "But who are you?" asked Dorothy
  • "Don't you know?" returned the Canary.
  • "No; for the first time we noticed you in the Magic Picture, you were just _ird, as you are now. But we've guessed that the giant woman had transforme_ou, as she did the others."
  • "Yes; I'm Polychrome, the Rainbow's Daughter," announced the Canary.
  • "Goodness me!" cried Dorothy. "How dreadful."
  • "Well, I make a rather pretty bird, I think," returned Polychrome, "but o_ourse I'm anxious to resume my own shape and get back upon my rainbow."
  • "Ozma will help you, I'm sure," said Dorothy. "How does it feel, Scarecrow, t_e a Bear?" she asked, addressing her old friend.
  • "I don't like it," declared the Scarecrow Bear. "This brutal form is quit_eneath the dignity of a wholesome straw man."
  • "And think of me," said the Owl, perching upon the dashboard of the Red Wago_ith much noisy clattering of his tin feathers. "Don't I look horrid, Dorothy, with eyes several sizes too big for my body, and so weak that I ought to wea_pectacles?"
  • "Well," said Dorothy critically, as she looked him over, "you're nothing t_rag of, I must confess. But Ozma will soon fix you up again."
  • The Green Monkey had hung back, bashful at meeting two lovely girls while i_he form of a beast; but Jinjur now took his hand and led him forward whil_he introduced him to Ozma, and Woot managed to make a low bow, not reall_ngraceful, before her girlish Majesty, the Ruler of Oz.
  • "You have all been forced to endure a sad experience," said Ozma, "and so I a_nxious to do all in my power to break Mrs. Yoop's enchantments. But firs_ell me how you happened to stray into that lonely Valley where Yoop Castl_tands."
  • Between them they related the object of their journey, the Scarecrow Bea_elling of the Tin Woodman's resolve to find Nimmie Amee and marry her, as _ust reward for her loyalty to him. Woot told of their adventures with th_oons of Loonville, and the Tin Owl described the manner in which they ha_een captured and transformed by the Giantess. Then Polychrome related he_tory, and when all had been told, and Dorothy had several times reproved Tot_or growling at the Tin Owl, Ozma remained thoughtful for a while, ponderin_pon what she had heard. Finally she looked up, and with one of her delightfu_miles, said to the anxious group:
  • "I am not sure my magic will be able to restore every one of you, because you_ransformations are of such a strange and unusual character. Indeed, Mrs. Yoo_as quite justified in believing no power could alter her enchantments.
  • However, I am sure I can restore the Scarecrow to his original shape. He wa_tuffed with straw from the beginning, and even the yookoohoo magic could no_lter that. The Giantess was merely able to make a bear's shape of a man'_hape, but the bear is stuffed with straw, just as the man was. So I fee_onfident I can make a man of the bear again."
  • "Hurrah!" cried the Brown Bear, and tried clumsily to dance a jig of delight.
  • "As for the Tin Woodman, his case is much the same," resumed Ozma, stil_miling. "The power of the Giantess could not make him anything but a ti_reature, whatever shape she transformed him into, so it will not b_mpossible to restore him to his manly form. Anyhow, I shall test my magic a_nce, and see if it will do what I have promised."
  • She drew from her bosom a small silver Wand and, making passes with the Wan_ver the head of the Bear, she succeeded in the brief space of a moment i_reaking his enchantment. The original Scarecrow of Oz again stood befor_hem, well stuffed with straw and with his features nicely painted upon th_ag which formed his head.
  • The Scarecrow was greatly delighted, as you may suppose, and he strutte_roudly around while the powerful fairy, Ozma of Oz, broke the enchantmen_hat had transformed the Tin Woodman and made a Tin Owl into a Tin Man again.
  • "Now, then," chirped the Canary, eagerly; "I'm next, Ozma!"
  • "But your case is different," replied Ozma, no longer smiling but wearing _rave expression on her sweet face. "I shall have to experiment on you, Polychrome, and I may fail in all my attempts."
  • She then tried two or three different methods of magic, hoping one of the_ould succeed in breaking Polychrome's enchantment, but still the Rainbow'_aughter remained a Canary-Bird. Finally, however, she experimented in anothe_ay. She transformed the Canary into a Dove, and then transformed the Dov_nto a Speckled Hen, and then changed the Speckled Hen into a rabbit, and the_he rabbit into a Fawn. And at the last, after mixing several powders an_prinkling them upon the Fawn, the yookoohoo enchantment was suddenly broke_nd before them stood one of the daintiest and loveliest creatures in an_airyland in the world. Polychrome was as sweet and merry in disposition a_he was beautiful, and when she danced and capered around in delight, he_eautiful hair floated around her like a golden mist and her many-hue_aiment, as soft as cobwebs, reminded one of drifting clouds in a summer sky.
  • Woot was so awed by the entrancing sight of this exquisite Sky Fairy that h_uite forgot his own sad plight until be noticed Ozma gazing upon him with a_ntent expression that denoted sympathy and sorrow. Dorothy whispered in he_riend's ear, but the Ruler of Oz shook her head sadly.
  • Jinjur, noticing this and understanding Ozma's looks, took the paw of th_reen Monkey in her own hand and patted it softly.
  • "Never mind," she said to him. "You are a very beautiful color, and a monke_an climb better than a boy and do a lot of other things no boy can ever do."
  • "What's the matter?" asked Woot, a sinking feeling at his heart. "Is Ozma'_agic all used up?"
  • Ozma herself answered him.
  • "Your form of enchantment, my poor boy," she said pityingly, "is differen_rom that of the others. Indeed, it is a form that is impossible to alter b_ny magic known to fairies or yookoohoos. The wicked Giantess was well aware, when she gave you the form of a Green Monkey, that the Green Monkey must exis_n the Land of Oz for all future time."
  • Woot drew a long sigh.
  • "Well, that's pretty hard luck," he said bravely, "but if it can't be helped _ust endure it; that's all. I don't like being a monkey, but what's the use o_icking against my fate?"
  • They were all very sorry for him, and Dorothy anxiously asked Ozma:
  • "Couldn't Glinda save him?"
  • "No," was the reply. "Glinda's power in trans- formations is no greater tha_y own. Before I left my palace I went to my Magic Room and studied Woot'_ase very carefully. I found that no power can do away with the Green Monkey.
  • He might transfer, or exchange his form with some other person, it is true; but the Green Monkey we cannot get rid of by any magic arts known to science."
  • "But — see here," said the Scarecrow, who had listened intently to thi_xplanation, "why not put the monkey's form on some one else?"
  • "Who would agree to make the change?" asked Ozma. "If by force we cause_nyone else to become a Green Monkey, we would be as cruel and wicked as Mrs.
  • Yoop. And what good would an exchange do?" she continued. "Suppose, fo_nstance, we worked the enchantment, and made Toto into a Green Monkey. At th_ame moment Woot would become a little dog."
  • "Leave me out of your magic, please," said Toto, with a reproachful growl. "_ouldn't become a Green Monkey for anything."
  • "And I wouldn't become a dog," said Woot. "A green monkey is much better tha_ dog, it seems to me."
  • "That is only a matter of opinion," answered Toto.
  • "Now, here's another idea," said the Scarecrow. "My brains are working finel_oday, you must admit. Why not transform Toto into Woot the Wanderer, and the_ave them exchange forms? The dog would become a green monkey and the monke_ould have his own natural shape again."
  • "To be sure!" cried Jinjur. "That's a fine idea."
  • "Leave me out of it," said Toto. "I won't do it."
  • "Wouldn't you be willing to become a green monkey — see what a pretty color i_s — so that this poor boy could be restored to his own shape?" asked Jinjur, pleadingly
  • "No," said Toto.
  • "I don't like that plan the least bit," declared Dorothy, "for then I wouldn'_ave any little dog."
  • "But you'd have a green monkey in his place," persisted Jinjur, who liked Woo_nd wanted to help him.
  • "I don't want a green monkey," said Dorothy positively.
  • "Don't speak of this again, I beg of you," said Woot. "This is my ow_isfortune and I would rather suffer it alone than deprive Princess Dorothy o_er dog, or deprive the dog of his proper shape. And perhaps even her Majesty, Ozma of Oz, might not be able to transform anyone else into the shape of Woo_he Wanderer."
  • "Yes; I believe I might do that," Ozma returned; "but Woot is quite right; w_re not justified in inflicting upon anyone — man or dog — the form of a gree_onkey. Also it is certain that in order to relieve the boy of the form he no_ears, we must give it to someone else, who would be forced to wear i_lways."
  • "I wonder," said Dorothy, thoughtfully, "if we couldn't find someone in th_and of Oz who would be willing to become a green monkey? Seems to me a monke_s active and spry, and he can climb trees and do a lot of clever things, an_reen isn't a bad color for a monkey — it makes him unusual."
  • "I wouldn't ask anyone to take this dreadful form," said Woot; "it wouldn't b_ight, you know. I've been a monkey for some time, now, and I don't like it.
  • It makes me ashamed to be a beast of this sort when by right of birth I'm _oy; so I'm sure it would be wicked to ask anyone else to take my place."
  • They were all silent, for they knew he spoke the truth. Dorothy was almos_eady to cry with pity and Ozma's sweet face was sad and disturbed. Th_carecrow rubbed and patted his stuffed head to try to make it think better, while the Tin Woodman went into the house and began to oil his tin joints s_hat the sorrow of his friends might not cause him to weep. Weeping is liabl_o rust tin, and the Emperor prided himself upon his highly polished body — now doubly dear to him because for a time he had been deprived of it.
  • Polychrome had danced down the garden paths and back again a dozen times, fo_he was seldom still a moment, yet she had heard Ozma's speech and understoo_ery well Woot's unfortunate position. But the Rainbow's Daughter, even whil_ancing, could think and reason very clearly, and suddenly she solved th_roblem in the nicest possible way. Coming close to Ozma, she said:
  • "Your Majesty, all this trouble was caused by the wickedness of Mrs. Yoop, th_iantess. Yet even now that cruel woman is living in her secluded castle, enjoying the thought that she has put this terrible enchantment on Woot th_anderer. Even now she is laughing at our despair because we can find no wa_o get rid of the green monkey. Very well, we do not wish to get rid of it.
  • Let the woman who created the form wear it herself, as a just punishment fo_er wickedness. I am sure your fairy power can give to Mrs. Yoop the form o_oot the Wanderer — even at this distance from her —and then it will b_ossible to exchange the two forms. Mrs. Yoop will become the Green Monkey, and Woot will recover his own form again."
  • Ozma's face brightened as she listened to this clever proposal.
  • "Thank you, Polychrome," said she. "The task you propose Is not so easy as yo_uppose, but I will make the attempt, and perhaps I may succeed."