It is fortunate for Kansas that you have brains." "Won't you tell me a story, while we are resting ?" asked the child.
The Scarecrow looked at her reproachfully, and answered: "My life has been so short that I really know nothing whatever.

I was only made day before yesterday.

What happened in the world before that time is all unknown to me.

Luckily, when the farmer made my head, one of the first things he did was to paint my ears, so that I heard what was going on.

There was another Munchkin with him, and the first thing I heard was the farmer saying, `How do you like those ears ?' "`They aren't straight,'" answered the other.
"`Never mind,'" said the farmer.