The Lost Princess of Oz HTML version

Toto Loses Something
For a while the travelers were constantly losing their direction, for beyond the thistle
fields they again found themselves upon the turning-lands, which swung them around one
way and then another. But by keeping the City of Thi constantly behind them, the
adventurers finally passed the treacherous turning-lands and came upon a stony country
where no grass grew at all. There were plenty of bushes, however, and although it was
now almost dark, the girls discovered some delicious yellow berries growing upon the
bushes, one taste of which set them all to picking as many as they could find. The berries
relieved their pangs of hunger for a time, and as it now became too dark to see anything,
they camped where they were.
The three girls lay down upon one of the blankets--all in a row--and the Wizard covered
them with the other blanket and tucked them in. Button-Bright crawled under the shelter
of some bushes and was asleep
The Wizard sat down with his back to a big stone and looked at the stars in the sky and
thought gravely upon the dangerous adventure they had undertaken, wondering if they
would ever be able to find their beloved Ozma again. The animals lay in a group by
themselves, a little distance from the others. "I've lost my growl!" said Toto, who had
been very silent and sober all that day. "What do you suppose has become of it?"
"If you had asked me to keep track of your growl, I might be able to tell you," remarked
the Lion sleepily. "But frankly, Toto, I supposed you were taking care of it yourself."
"It's an awful thing to lose one's growl," said Toto, wagging his tail disconsolately. "What
if you lost your roar, Lion? Wouldn't you feel terrible?"
"My roar,"replied the Lion, "is the fiercest thing about me. I depend on it to frighten my
enemies so badly that they won't dare to fight me."
"Once," said the Mule, "I lost my bray so that I couldn't call to Betsy to let her know I
was hungry. That was before I could talk, you know, for I had not yet come into the Land
of Oz, and I found it was certainly very uncomfortable not to be able to make a noise."
"You make enough noise now," declared Toto. "But none of you have answered my
question: Where is my growl?"
"You may search ME," said the Woozy. "I don't care for such things, myself."
"You snore terribly," asserted Toto.
"It may be," said the Woozy. "What one does when asleep one is not accountable for. I
wish you would wake me up sometime when I'm snoring and let me hear the sound. Then
I can judge whether it is terrible or delightful."
"It isn't pleasant, I assure you," said the Lion, yawning.