Dorothy and the Wizard in Oz
9. They Fight the Invisible Bears
The strangers took their seats at the table willingly enough, for they were all hungry and
the platters were now heaped with good things to eat. In front of each place was a plate
bearing one of the delicious dama-fruit, and the perfume that rose from these was so
enticing and sweet that they were sorely tempted to eat of them and become invisible.
But Dorothy satisfied her hunger with other things, and her companions did likewise,
resisting the temptation.
"Why do you not eat the damas?" asked the woman's voice.
"We don't want to get invis'ble," answered the girl.
"But if you remain visible the bears will see you and devour you," said a girlish young
voice, that belonged to one of the children. "We who live here much prefer to be
invisible; for we can still hug and kiss one another, and are quite safe from the bears."
"And we do not have to be so particular about our dress," remarked the man.
"And mama can't tell whether my face is dirty or not!" added the other childish voice,
"But I make you wash it, every time I think of it," said the mother; "for it stands to reason
your face is dirty, Ianu, whether I can see it or not."
Dorothy laughed and stretched out her hands.
"Come here, please--Ianu and your sister--and let me feel of you," she requested.
They came to her willingly, and Dorothy passed her hands over their faces and forms and
decided one was a girl of about her own age and the other a boy somewhat smaller. The
girl's hair was soft and fluffy and her skin as smooth as satin. When Dorothy gently
touched her nose and ears and lips they seemed to be well and delicately formed.
"If I could see you I am sure you would be beautiful," she declared.
The girl laughed, and her mother said:
"We are not vain in the Valley of Voe, because we can not display our beauty, and good
actions and pleasant ways are what make us lovely to our companions. Yet we can see
and appreciate the beauties of nature, the dainty flowers and trees, the green fields and
the clear blue of the sky."
"How about the birds and beasts and fishes?" asked Zeb.
"The birds we cannot see, because they love to eat of the damas as much as we do; yet we
hear their sweet songs and enjoy them. Neither can we see the cruel bears, for they also
eat the fruit. But the fishes that swim in our brooks we can see, and often we catch them