So one day the little folks came in a great crowd and captured Mr.Yoop, and carried him away to a cage somewhere in the mountains.

I don't know where it is, and I don't care, for my husband treated me badly at times, forgetting the respect a giant owes to a giantess.

Often he kicked me on my shins, when I wouldn't wait on him.
So I'm glad he is gone." "It's a wonder the people didn't capture you, too," remarked Woot.
"Well, I was too clever for them," said she, giving a sudden laugh that caused such a breeze that the wobbly Scarecrow was almost blown off his feet and had to grab his friend Nick Chopper to steady himself.

"I saw the people coining," continued Mrs.Yoop, "and knowing they meant mischief I transformed myself into a mouse and hid in a cupboard.

After they had gone away, carrying my shin-kicking husband with them, I transformed myself back to my former shape again, and here I've lived in peace and comfort ever since." "Are you a Witch, then ?" inquired Woot.
"Well, not exactly a Witch," she replied, "but I'm an Artist in Transformations.