Meeting the Scarecrow

A test of some Wizard of Oz dioramas.

 

 

Dorothy leaned her chin upon her hand and gazed thoughtfully at the

Scarecrow. Its head was a small sack stuffed with straw, with eyes,

nose, and mouth painted on it to represent a face. An old, pointed

blue hat, that had belonged to some Munchkin, was perched on his head,

and the rest of the figure was a blue suit of clothes, worn and faded,

which had also been stuffed with straw. On the feet were some old

boots with blue tops, such as every man wore in this country, and the

figure was raised above the stalks of corn by means of the pole stuck

up its back.

 

"Good day," said the Scarecrow, in a rather husky voice.

 

"Did you speak?" asked the girl, in wonder.

 

"Certainly," answered the Scarecrow. "How do you do?"

 

"I'm pretty well, thank you," replied Dorothy politely. "How do you

do?"

 

"I'm not feeling well," said the Scarecrow, with a smile, "for it is

very tedious being perched up here night and day to scare away crows."

 

"Can't you get down?" asked Dorothy.

 

"No, for this pole is stuck up my back. If you will please take away

the pole I shall be greatly obliged to you."

 

Done