Falling Asleep to the Wizard of Oz: Chapters 5 & 6

Hello and good evening you sweet soul.

Welcome back to The Wizard of Oz by L.

Frank Baum,

Read by me,

Your friend Bella.

I hope you're getting all snuggled in and comfortable in your bed.

Let's take a deep breath in together.

Exhale out loud.

It's time to unwind and relax Let your eyelids become heavy,

Perhaps they close completely.

Not squeezing them shut,

But just letting them be soft.

We let our mind begin to wander and wonder into the journey of Dorothy.

Chapter 5,

The Rescue of the Tin Woodman.

When Dorothy was a little girl,

She awoke,

The sun was shining through the trees,

And Toto had long been out chasing birds around him and squirrels.

She sat up and looked around her.

There was the scarecrow,

Still standing patiently in his corner,

Waiting for her.

We must go and search for water,

She said to him.

Why do you want water,

He asked.

To wash my face clean after the dust of the road and to drink so the dry bread will not stick in my throat.

It must be convenient,

Inconvenient to be made of flesh,

Said the scarecrow thoughtfully,

For you must sleep and eat and drink.

However,

You have brains and it is worth a lot of bother to be able to think properly.

They left the cottage and walked through the trees until they found a little spring of clear water where Dorothy drank and bathed and ate her breakfast.

She saw there was not much bread left in the basket.

The girl was thankful the scarecrow did not have to eat anything,

For there was scarcely enough for herself and Toto for the day.

When she had finished her meal and was about to go back to the road of yellow brick,

She was startled to hear a deep groan nearby.

What was that,

She asked timidly.

I cannot imagine,

Replied the scarecrow,

But we can go and see.

Just then another groan reached their ears and the sound seemed to come from behind them.

They turned and walked through the forest a few steps when Dorothy discovered something shining in a ray of sunshine that fell between the trees.

She ran to the place and then stopped short with a little cry of surprise.

One of the big trees had been partly chopped through and standing beside it with an uplifted axe in his hands was a man made entirely of tin.

His head and arms and legs were jointed upon his body,

But he stood perfectly motionless as if he could not stir at all.

Dorothy looked at him in amazement and so did the scarecrow while Toto barked sharply and made a snap at the tin legs which hurt his teeth.

Did you groan,

Asked Dorothy.

Yes,

Answered the tin man.

I did.

I have been groaning for more than a year and no one has ever heard me or come to help me.

What can I do for you,

She inquired softly,

For she was moved by this voice in which the man spoke.

Get an oil can and oil my joints,

He answered.

They are rusted so badly I cannot move them at all.

If I am well oiled I shall soon be all right again.

You will find an oil can on a shelf in my cottage.

Dorothy at once ran back to the cottage and found the oil can.

And then she returned and asked anxiously,

Where are your joints?

Oil my neck first,

Replied the tin woodman.

So she oiled it and as it was quite badly rusted the scarecrow took hold of the tin head and moved it gently from side to side until it worked freely and then the man could turn it himself.

Now oil the joints in my arms,

He said.

And Dorothy oiled them and the scarecrow bent them carefully until they were quite free from rust and good as new.

The tin woodman gave a sigh of satisfaction and lowered his axe which he leaned against the tree.

This is a great comfort,

He said.

I have been holding that axe in the air ever since I rusted and I am glad to be able to put it down at last.

Now if you will oil the joints of my legs I shall be all right once more.

So they oiled his legs until he could move them freely and he thanked them again and again for his release.

For he seemed a very polite creature and very grateful.

I might have stood there always and forever if you had not come along,

He said.

So you have certainly saved my life.

How did you happen to be here?

We are on our way to the Emerald City to see the great Oz,

She answered,

And we stopped at your cottage to pass the night.

Why do you wish to see Oz,

He asked.

Well,

I want him to send me back to Kansas and the scarecrow wants him to put a few brains into his head,

She replied.

The tin woodman appeared to think deeply for a moment,

Then he said,

Do you suppose Oz could give me a heart?

Why I guess so,

Dorothy answered.

It would be as easy as to give the scarecrow brains.

True,

The tin woodman returned.

So if you will allow me to join your party I will also go to the Emerald City and ask Oz to help me.

Come along,

Said the scarecrow heartily and Dorothy added that she would be pleased to have his company.

So the tin woodman shouldered his axe and they all passed through the forest until they came to the road that was paved with yellow brick.

The tin woodman had asked Dorothy to put the oil can in her basket.

For,

He said,

If I should get caught in the rain and rust again I would need the oil can badly.

It was a bit of good luck to have their new comrade join the party for soon after they had begun their journey again they came to a place where the trees and branches grew so thick over the road that the travelers could not pass.

The tin woodman set to work with his axe and chopped so well that soon he cleared a passage for the entire party.

Dorothy was thinking so earnestly as they walked along that she did not notice when the scarecrow stumbled into a hole and rolled over to the side of the road.

Indeed he was obliged to call her to help him up again.

Why didn't you walk around the hole?

Asked the tin woodman.

I don't know.

Enough,

Replied the scarecrow cheerfully.

My head is stuffed with straw,

You know,

And that is why I am going to the oz to ask him for some brains.

Oh,

I see,

Said the tin woodman,

But after all brains are not the best things in this world.

Have you any?

Inquired the scarecrow.

No,

My head is quite empty,

Answered the woodman,

But once I had brains and a heart also.

So having tried them both,

I would much rather have a heart.

And why is that?

Asked the scarecrow.

I will tell you my story and then you will know.

So while they were walking through the forest,

The tin woodman told the following story.

I was born the son of a woodman who chopped down trees in the forest and sold the wood for a living.

When I grew up,

I too became a wood chopper and after my father died,

I took care of my old mother as long as she lived.

Then I made up my mind that instead of living alone,

I would marry so that I might not become lonely.

There was one of the Munchkin girls who was so beautiful that I soon grew to love her with all my heart.

She,

On her part,

Promised to marry me as soon as I could earn enough money to build a better house for her.

So I set to work harder than ever,

But the girl lived with an old woman who did not want her to marry anyone,

For she was so lazy she wished the girl to remain with her and do the cooking and housework.

So the old woman went to the wicked witch of the east and promised her two sheep and a cow if she would prevent the marriage.

Thereupon,

The wicked witch enchanted my axe,

And when I was chopping away at my best one day,

For I was anxious to get the new house and my wife as soon as possible,

The axe slipped all at once and cut off my left leg.

This at first seemed a great misfortune,

For I knew a one-legged man could not do very well as a wood chopper.

So I went to a tinsmith and had him make a new leg out of tin.

The leg worked very well once I was used to it,

But my action angered the wicked witch of the east,

For she had promised the old woman I should not marry the pretty munchkin girl.

When I began chopping again,

My axe slipped and cut off my right leg.

Again I went to the tinsmith,

And again he made me a leg out of tin.

After this,

The enchanted axe cut off my arms one after the other,

But nothing daunted.

I had them replaced with tin ones.

The wicked witch then made the axe slip and cut off my head,

And at first I thought this was the end of me.

But the tinsmith happened to come along,

And he made a new head out of tin.

I thought I had beaten the wicked witch then,

And I worked harder than ever,

But I knew,

Little I knew,

How cruel my enemy could be.

She thought of a new way to kill my love for the beautiful munchkin maiden,

And made my axe slip again,

So that it cut right through me,

Splitting me into two.

Once more,

The tinsmith came to my help and made me a body of tin,

Fastening my tin arms and legs and head by means of joints so that I could move around as well as ever.

But alas,

I had now no heart,

So that I lost all my love for the munchkin girl,

And did not care whether I married or not.

I suppose she is still living with the old woman,

Waiting for me to come after her.

My body shone so brightly in the sun that I felt very proud of it,

And it did not matter now if my axe slipped,

For it could not cut me.

There was only one danger,

That my joints would rust,

But I kept an oil can in my cottage and took care to oil myself whenever I needed it.

However,

There came a day when I forgot to do this,

And being caught in a rainstorm before I thought of the danger,

My joints has rusted,

And I was left to stand in the woods until you came to help me.

It was a terrible thing to overgo,

But during the year I stood there,

I had time to think that the greatest loss I had known was the loss of my heart.

While I was in love,

I was the happiest man on earth,

But no one can love he who has not a heart,

And so I am resolved to ask Oz to give me one.

If he does,

I will go back to the munchkin maiden and marry her.

Dorothy and the Scarecrow had been greatly interested in the story of the tin woodman,

And now they knew why he was so anxious,

To get a new heart.

All the same,

Said the Scarecrow,

I shall ask for brains instead of a heart,

For a fool would not know what to do with a heart if he had one.

I shall take the heart,

Returned the tin woodman,

For brains do not make one happy,

And happiness is the best thing in the world.

Dorothy did not say anything,

For she was puzzled to know which of her two friends was right,

And she decided to ask the tin woodman.

Chapter Six The Cowardly Lion All this time Dorothy and her companions had been running around the woods,

And the tin woodman had been running around the woods,

And the tin woodman had been running around the woods,

And the tin woodman had been running around the woods,

And the tin woodman had been running around the woods,

And the tin woodman had been running around the woods,

And the tin woodman had been running around the woods,

And the tin woodman had been running around the woods,

And the tin woodman had been running around the woods,

And the tin woodman had been running around the woods,

And the tin woodman had been running around the woods,

And the tin woodman had been running around the woods,

And the tin woodman had been running around the woods,

And the tin woodman had been running around the woods,

And the tin woodman had been running around the woods,

And the tin woodman had been running around the woods,

And the tin woodman had been running around the woods,

And the tin woodman had been running around the woods,

And the tin woodman had been running around the woods,

And the tin woodman had been running around the woods,

And the tin woodman had How long will it be,

Dorothy asked of the tin woodman,

Before we are out of the forest?

How long will it be,

Dorothy asked of the tin woodman,

Before we are out of the forest?

I cannot tell,

Was the answer,

For I have never been to the Emerald City.

My father went there once when I was a boy,

And he said it was a long journey through a dangerous country,

Although nearer to the city where Oz dwells the country is beautiful I am not afraid,

So long as I have my oil can,

And nothing can hurt the scarecrow.

While you bear upon your forehead the mark of the good witch's kiss,

And that will protect you from harm.

But Toto,

Said the girl anxiously,

What will protect him?

We must protect him ourselves,

If he is in danger,

Replied the tin man.

Just as he spoke,

There came from the forest a terrible roar,

And the next moment a great lion bounded into the road.

With one blow of his paw,

He sent the scarecrow spinning over and over to the edge of the road,

And then he struck at the tin man with his sharp claws,

But to the lion's surprise he could make no impression on the tin,

Although the tin man fell over on the road and lay still.

Little Toto,

Now that he had an enemy to face,

Ran barking toward the lion,

And the great beast had opened his mouth to bite the dog.

When Dorothy,

Fearing Toto would be killed and heedless of danger,

Rushed forward and slapped the lion upon his nose as hard as she cried out,

Don't you dare bite Toto.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself,

A big beast like you,

To bite a poor little dog.

I didn't bite him,

Said the lion as he rubbed his nose with his paw where Dorothy had hid it.

No,

But you tried to,

She retorted.

You are nothing but a big coward.

I know it,

Said the lion,

Hanging his head in shame.

I have always known it,

But how can I help it?

I don't know,

I'm sure.

To think of you striking a stuffed man like the poor scarecrow.

Is he stuffed?

Asked the lion in surprise as he watched her pick up the scarecrow and set him on his feet while she patted him into shape again.

Of course he's stuffed,

Replied Dorothy,

Who was still angry.

Is the other one stuffed also?

No,

Said Dorothy,

He's made of tin,

And she helped the tin man up again.

That's why he nearly blunted my claws,

Said the lion.

When they scratched against the tin,

It made a cold shiver run down my back.

And what is that little animal you are so tender of?

He is my dog,

Toto,

Answered Dorothy.

Is he made of tin or stuffed?

Asked the lion.

Neither,

He's a meat dog,

Said the girl.

Oh,

He's a curious animal and seems remarkably small now that I look at him.

No one would think of biting such a little thing,

Except a coward like me,

Continued the lion sadly.

What makes you a coward?

Asked Dorothy,

Looking at the great beast in wonder,

For he was as big as a small horse.

It's a mystery,

Replied the lion.

I suppose I was born that way.

All the other animals in the forest expect me to be brave,

For the lion is everywhere thought to be the king of beasts.

I learned that if I roared very loudly,

Every living thing was frightened and got out of my way.

Whenever I've met a man,

I've been awfully scared,

But I just roar at him and he always runs away as fast as he can go.

If the elephants and tigers and bears ever tried to fight me,

I should have run myself.

I'm such a coward.

But as soon as they hear me roar,

They all go away.

But that isn't right.

That isn't right.

The king of beasts shouldn't be a coward,

Said the scarecrow.

I know it,

Returned the lion,

Wiping a tear from his eye with the tip of his tail.

It is my great sorrow and makes my life very unhappy.

Whenever there is danger,

My heart begins to beat fast.

Perhaps you have heart disease,

Said the tin man.

It may be,

Said the lion.

If you have,

Continued the tin man,

You ought to be glad,

For it proves you have a heart.

For my part,

I have no heart,

So I cannot have heart disease.

Perhaps,

Thought the lion,

If I had no heart,

I should not be a coward.

Have you brains?

Asked the scarecrow.

I suppose so.

I've never looked to see,

Replied the lion.

I am going to the great Oz to ask him to give me some,

Remarked the scarecrow,

For my head is stuffed with straw.

And I am going to ask him to give me a heart,

Said the woodman.

And I am going to ask him to send Toto and me back to Kansas,

Added Dorothy.

Do you think Oz could give me courage?

Asked the cowardly lion.

Just as easily as he could give me brains,

Said the scarecrow.

Oh,

Give me a heart,

Said the tin man.

Or send me back to Kansas,

Said Dorothy.

Then,

If you don't mind,

I'll go with you,

Said the lion,

For my life is simply unbearable without a bit of courage.

You will be very welcome to join us,

Answered Dorothy,

For you will help keep away all the other wild beasts.

It seems to me they must be more cowardly than you are,

If they allow you to scare them so easily.

So once more,

The little company set off upon the journey,

The lion walking with stately strides at Dorothy's side.

Toto did not approve of this new comrade at first,

For he could not forget how nearly he had been crushed between the lion's great jaws.

But after a time,

He became more at ease,

And presently Toto and the cowardly lion had grown to be good friends.

During the rest of that day,

There was no other adventure to mar the piece of their journey.

Once,

Indeed,

The tin man stepped upon a beetle that was crawling along the road,

And crushed the poor little thing.

This made the tin man very unhappy,

For he was always careful not to hurt another living creature,

And as he walked along,

He wept several tears of sorrow and regret.

These tears ran slowly down his face and over the hinges of his jaw,

Where they rusted.

When Dorothy presently asked him a question,

The tin woodman could not open his mouth,

For his jaws were tightly rusted together.

He became greatly frightened,

And made motions to Dorothy to relieve him,

But she could not understand.

The scarecrow understood,

And seized the oil can from Dorothy's basket,

And oiled the woodman's jaws,

So that after a few moments he could talk as well as before.

This will serve me a lesson,

Said he,

To look where I step,

For if I should kill another bug or beetle,

I should surely cry again,

And crying rusts my jaws so that I cannot speak.

Thereafter,

He walked very carefully with his eyes on the road,

And when he saw a tiny ant toiling by,

He would step over it,

So as not to harm it.

The tin woodman knew very well he had no heart,

And therefore he took great care never to be cruel or unkind to anyone or anything.

You people with hearts,

He said,

You have something to guide you,

And need never do wrong.

But I have no heart,

So I must be very careful.

When Oz gives me a heart,

Of course,

I needn't mind so much.

And with that,

Perhaps we begin to grow some insight in the story.

And as our mind wanders,

And as we wander,

You may slip into a deep sleep,

And have sweet dreams tonight.