"The bird is Polychrome, the Rainbow's Daughter, and she and I used to be good friends." "Are you really my old friend, the Scarecrow ?" asked; the bird, in a sweet, low voice.
"There!" cried Mrs.Yoop; "that's the first time she has spoken since she was transformed." "I am really your old friend," answered the Scarecrow; "but you must pardon me for appearing just now in this brutal form." "I am a bird, as you are, dear Poly," said the Tin Woodman; "but, alas! a Tin Owl is not as beautiful as a Canary-Bird." "How dreadful it all is!" sighed the Canary.

"Couldn't you manage to escape from this terrible Yookoohoo ?" "No," answered the Scarecrow, "we tried to escape, but failed.

She first made us her prisoners and then transformed us.

But how did she manage to get you, Polychrome ?" "I was asleep, and she took unfair advantage of me," answered the bird sadly.

"Had I been awake, I could easily have protected myself." "Tell me," said the Green Monkey earnestly, as he came close to the cage, "what must we do, Daughter of the Rainbow, to escape from these transformations?
Can't you help us, being a Fairy ?" "At present I am powerless to help even myself," replied the Canary.
"That's the exact truth!" exclaimed the Giantess, who seemed pleased to hear the bird talk, even though it complained; "you are all helpless and in my power, so you may as well make up your minds to accept your fate and be content.