Marcos O'Rourke - Audiobooks
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the road through the forest. After a few hours, the road began to be rough, and the walking grew so difficult that the scarecrow often stumbled over the yellow bricks, which were very uneven. Sometimes indeed, they were broken or missing altogether, leaving holes that Toto jumped across and Dorothy walked around. As for the Scarecrow, having no brains, he walked straight ahead and so stepped into the holes and fell at full length on the hard bricks. It never heard him, however, and Dorothy would pick him up and set him on his feet again while he joined her in laughing merrily at his own mishap. The farms were not nearly so well cared for here as they were farther back, there were fewer houses and fewer fruit trees, and the farther they went, the more dismal and lonesome the country became. At noon, they sat down by the roadside near a little brook, and Dorothy opened her basket and got out some bread. She offered a piece to the scarecrow, but he refused. I am never hungry, he said, and it is a lucky thing. I am not for my mouth is only painted, and if I should cut a hole in it so I could eat. The straw I am stuffed with would come out and that would spoil the shape of my head. Dorothy saw at once that this was true, so she only nodded and went on eating her bread. Tell me something about yourself and the country you came from, said the scarecrow when she had finished her dinner. So she told him all about Kansas and how gray everything was there and how the cyclone had carried her to this queer land of Oz. The scarecrow listened carefully and said, I cannot understand why you should wish to leave this beautiful country and go back to the dry, great place you call Kansas. That is because you have no brains, answered the girl. No matter how dreary and grey our homes are, we people of flesh and blood would rather live there than in any other country. Be it ever so beautiful. There is no place like home, the scarecrow side. Of course I cannot understand it, he said. If your heads were stuffed with straw like mine, you would probably all live in the beautiful places. And then Kansas would have no people at all. It is fortunate for Kansas that you have brains. Won't you tell me a story while we're resting? Asked the child. The scarecrow looked at her reproach Feli and answered. My life has been so short that I really know nothing. Whatever I was only made the day before yesterday. What happened in the world before that time is all unknown to me. Luckily, when the farmer made my head, one of the first things he did was to paint my ears so that I heard what was going on. There was another munchkin with him, and the first thing I heard the farmers say was How do you like those ears? They aren't straight, answered another. Never mind, said the farmer. The years were just the same, which was true enough. Now I'll make the eyes, said the farmer. So he painted my right eye and as soon as it was finished, I found myself looking at him and everything around me with a great deal of curiosity. For this was my first glimpse of the world