"`They are ears just the same,'" which was true enough.
"`Now I'll make the eyes,'" said the farmer.

So he painted my right eye, and as soon as it was finished I found myself looking at him and at everything around me with a great deal of curiosity, for this was my first glimpse of the world.
"`That's a rather pretty eye,'" remarked the Munchkin who was watching the farmer.

"`Blue paint is just the color for eyes.' "`I think I'll make the other a little bigger,'" said the farmer.

And when the second eye was done I could see much better than before.

Then he made my nose and my mouth.