lared
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.

"Of course!" he exclaimed. "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."

"You may try it, if you like," said the Woozy to the Lion. "I can take
you to the city in a jiffy and then come back for Hank."

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"I'm--I'm afraid," said the Cowardly Lion. He was twice as big as the
Woozy.

"Try it," pleaded Dorothy.

"And take a tumble among the thistles?" asked the Lion reproachfully.
But when the Woozy came close to him the big beast suddenly bounded upon
its back and managed to balance himself there, although forced to hold
his four legs so close together that he was in danger of toppling over.
The great weight of the monster Lion did not seem to affect the Woozy,
who called to his rider: "Hold on tight!" and ran swiftly over the
thistles toward the city.

The others stood on the blankets and watched the strange sight
anxiously. Of course the Lion couldn't "hold on tight" because there was
no