The best thing about you is that you're alive, for I shall be able to make of you some sort of live creature which will be a great improvement on your present form." She took another biscuit from a plate and dipped it in a pot of honey and calmly began eating it.
The Scarecrow watched her thoughtfully.
"There are no fields of grain in your Valley," said he; "where, then, did you get the flour to make your biscuits ?" "Mercy me! do you think I'd bother to make biscuits out of flour ?" she replied.

"That is altogether too tedious a process for a Yookoohoo.

I set some traps this afternoon and caught a lot of field-mice, but as I do not like to eat mice, I transformed them into hot biscuits for my supper.

The honey in this pot was once a wasp's nest, but since being transformed it has become sweet and delicious.

All I need do, when I wish to eat, is to take something I don't care to keep, and transform it into any sort of food I like, and eat it.