In a few seconds he had become a small Brown Bear, but he was stuffed with straw as he had been before, and when the little Brown Bear shuffled across the floor he was just as wobbly as the Scarecrow had been and moved just as awkwardly.
Woot was amazed, but he was also thoroughly frightened.
"Did it hurt ?" he asked the little Brown Bear.
"No, of course not," growled the Scarecrow in the Bear's form; "but I don't like walking on four legs; it's undignified." "Consider my humiliation!" chirped the Tin Owl, trying to settle its tin feathers smoothly with its tin beak.

"And I can't see very well, either.

The light seems to hurt my eyes." "That's because you are an Owl," said Woot.

"I think you will see better in the dark." "Well," remarked the Giantess, "I'm very well pleased with these new forms, for my part, and I'm sure you will like them better when you get used to them.

So now," she added, turning to the boy, "it is your turn." "Don't you think you'd better leave me as I am ?" asked Woot in a trembling voice.
"No," she replied, "I'm going to make a Monkey of you.