Wizard of Oz Short
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EnglishVoice Age
Teen (13-17)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Dorothy lean Turchin 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 its 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 war in this country, and the figure was raised above the stalks of corn by means of the pole stuck up its back. While Dorothy was looking earnestly into the queer painted face of the scarecrow, she was surprised to see one of the I slowly wink at her. She thought she must have been mistaken at first for none of the scare. Crows in Kansas ever winked, but presently the figure nodded its head to her in a friendly way. Then she climbed down from the fence and walked up to it while Toto ran around the pole, embarked. Good day, said the scarecrow in a rather husky voice. Did you speak as the girl in wonder. Certainly answered the scarecrow. How do you dio? I'm pretty Well, thank you. Replied Dorothy politely. How do you dio? I'm not feeling. Will said the scarecrow with a smile, for it is very T is being perched up here night and day to scare away crows. Can't you get down? Ask Dorothy. No, for this poll is stuck in my back. If you will please take away the pole. I shall be greatly obliged to you. Dorothy reached up both arms and lifted the figure off the pole. Four being stuffed with straw. It was quite like thank you very much to the Scarecrow when he had been set down on the ground. I feel like a new man. Dorothy was puzzled at this for it. Sounded queer to hear stuff, man Speak. And to see him bow and walk along beside her. Who are you? Ask the scarecrow. When he had stretched himself in yawned. And where you going? My name is Dorothy, said the girl and I am going to the Emerald City to ask the great odds to send me back to Kansas. Where's the unrolled city? He enquired And who was us Why don't you know She returned in surprise? No, indeed. I don't know anything. You see, I am stuff, so I have no brains at all. He answered sadly. Oh said Dorothy, I'm awfully sorry for you. Do you think he asked if I go to the Emerald City with you? That Oz would give me some brains? I can't tell. She returned. But you may come with me if you like. If I was will not give you any brains, you will be no worse off than you are now. That is true, said the scarecrow. You see, he continued confidently. I don't mind my legs and arms and body being stuffed because I cannot get hurt. If anyone treads on my toes or six opinion to me doesn't matter, for I can't feel it. But I do not want people to call me a fool. And if my head stay stuffed with straw all instead of with brains as yours is How am I ever going to know anything? I understand how you feel, said the little girl who was truly sorry for him. If you will come with me, I'll ask us to do while he can for you. Thank you. He answered gratefully. They walked back to the road. Dorothy helped him over the fence and they started along the path of yellow brick for the Emerald City.