If he had noticed my pink brains work, I'm sure he would have realized I'm too important to be grabbed in a wild beast's jaws." "Never mind," said Trot consolingly; "I'm sure he won't do it again." They were almost in the center of the forest when Ojo, the Munchkin boy, suddenly said: "Why, where's Button Bright ?" They halted and looked around them.

Button Bright was not with the party.
"Dear me," remarked Betsy, "I expect he's lost again!" "When did you see him last, Ojo ?" inquired Glinda.
"It was some time ago," replied Ojo.

"He was trailing along at the end and throwing twigs at the squirrels in the trees.

Then I went to talk to Betsy and Trot, and just now I noticed he was gone." "This is too bad," declared the Wizard, "for it is sure to delay our journey.

We must find Button Bright before we go any farther, for this forest is full of ferocious beasts that would not hesitate to tear the boy to pieces." "But what shall we do ?" asked the Scarecrow.