Little Wizard Stories of OzBaum, L. Frank (Lyman Frank)
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Little Wizard Stories of Oz
Baum, L. Frank (Lyman Frank)
Children's stories, American; Fantasy literature; Oz (Imaginary place) -- Juvenile fiction; Short stories
"All right," she said, closing her eyes; "I'm ready."
Instantly she was seized in a pair of strong arms--arms so big and
powerful that she was startled and cried out in fear.
"Silence!" roared a great voice, and the girl opened her eyes to find
that the tiny man had suddenly grown to a giant and was holding both her
and Toto in a tight embrace while in one step he spanned the lake and
reached the other shore.
Dorothy became frightened, then, especially as the giant did not stop
but continued tramping in great steps over the wooded hills, crushing
bushes and trees beneath his broad feet. She struggled in vain to free
herself, while Toto whined and trembled beside her, for the little dog
was frightened, too.
"Stop!" screamed the girl. "Let me down!" But the giant paid no
attention. "Who are you, and where are you taking me?" she continued;
but the giant said not a word. Close to Dorothy's ear, however, a voice
answered her, saying: "This is the terrible Crinklink, and he has you in
his power."
Dorothy managed to twist her head around and found it was the second
button on the jacket--the wolf's head--which had spoken to her.
"What will Crinklink do with me?" she asked anxiously.
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"No one knows. You must wait and see," replied the wolf.
"Some of his captives he whips," squeaked the weasel's head.
"Some he transforms into bugs and other things," growled the bear's
head.
"Some he enchants, so that they become doorknobs," sighed the cat's
head.
"Some he makes his slaves--even as we are--and that is the most dreadful
fate of all," added the field-mouse. "As long as Crinklink exists we
shall remain buttons, but as there are no more buttonholes on his jacket
he will probably make you a slave."
[Illustration]
Dorothy began to wish she had not met Crinklink. Meantime, the giant
took such big steps that he soon reached the heart of the hills,
where, perched upon the highest peak, stood a log castle. Before this
castle he paused to set down Dorothy and Toto, for Crinklink was at
present far too large to enter his own doorway. So he made himself grow
smaller, until he was about the size of an ordinary man. Then he said to
Dorothy, in stern, commanding tones:
"Enter, girl!"
Dorothy obeyed and entered the castle, with Toto at her heels. She
found the place to be merely one big room. There was a table and
chair of ordinary size near the center, and at one side a wee bed
that seemed scarcely big enough for a doll. Everywhere else were
dishes--dishes--dishes! They were all soiled, and were piled upon the
floor, in all the corners and upon every shelf. Evidently Crinklink had
not washed a dish for years, but had cast them aside as he used them.
Dorothy's captor sat down in the chair and frowned at her.
"You are young and strong, and will make a good dishwasher," said he.
"Do you mean me to wash all those dishes?" she asked, feeling both
indignant and fearful, for such a task would take weeks to accomplish.
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