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Chapter1ThecycloneDorothylivedinasmallhouseinKansas,withUncleHenry,AuntEm,andalittleblackdogcalledToto.TherewerenotreesandnohillsinKansas,anditwasoftenverywindy.Sometimesthewindcameveryfastandverysuddenly.Thatwasacyclone,anditcouldblowtreesandpeopleandbuildingsaway.Therewerecellarsunderallthehouses.Andwhenacyclonecame,peoplewentdownintotheircellarsandstayedthere.OnedayUncleHenrycameoutandlookedupatthesky.Thenheranquicklybackintothehouse.‘There’sacyclonecoming,’hecalledtoAuntEmandDorothy.‘Wemustgodownintothecellar!’Theyrantothedoorofthecellar,butTotowasafraid,andheranunderthebed.Dorothyranafterhim.‘Quick!’shoutedAuntEmfromthecellar.‘Leavethedogandcomedownintothecellar!’DorothypickedupTotoandrantothecellardoor.Butbeforeshegotthere,thecyclonehitthehouse.Andthenaverystrangethinghappened.Thehousemoved,andthenitwentslowlyup,up,upintothesky.AuntEmandUncleHenryweredowninthecellarundertheground,butthehouse,Dorothy,andTotowentuptothetopofthecyclone.Dorothylookedthroughtheopencellardoorandsawhillsandhouses,alongwaydown.Sheclosedthecellardoorquickly.Thewindblewthehousealongformanyhours.AtfirstDorothywasafraid.‘Butwecan’tdoanythingaboutit,’shesaidtoToto.‘Solet’swaitandsee.’Andaftertwoorthreehours,sheandTotowenttosleep.WhenDorothyopenedhereyesagain,thehousewasonthegroundandeverythingwasquiet.ShepickedupToto,openedthedoor,andwentout.Theysawtalltreesandbeautifulflowers,andlittlehouseswithbluedoors.Dorothygavealittlecry.‘Thisisn’tKansas,Toto!Andwhoarethesepeople?’Therewerethreeveryshortmeninbluehats,coatsandtrousers,andalittleoldwomaninabeautifulwhitedress.ThewomanwalkeduptoDorothyandsaid,‘Thankyou,thankyou!Nowthepeoplearefree!’‘Whyareyouthankingme?’Dorothyasked.‘YoukilledtheWitchoftheEast,’saidthewoman.‘Shewasabadwitch,andherpeople,theMunchkins,wereveryafraidofher.Nowsheisdead,andweandtheMunchkinswanttothankyou.’ThelittleoldwomanandthethreelittlemenallsmiledhappilyatDorothy,butDorothydidnotunderstand.‘ButIdidn’tkillanybody!’shesaid.‘YourhousefellontheWitch,’laughedthelittlewoman.‘Look!Youcanseeherfeet!’Dorothylooked,andsawtwofeet,withredshoes,underthehouse.Suddenly,oneoftheMunchkinsgaveashout.‘Look!Herfeetaredisappearinginthehotsun.’Asecondlater,therewereonlytheredshoes.‘Good,’saidthelittlewoman.ShepickeduptheshoesandgavethemtoDorothy.‘They’reyourshoesnow.Youmustwearthem,becauseawitch’sshoescansometimesdowonderfulthings.’‘Thankyou,’saidDorothy.‘Butwhoareyou?AreyouaMunchkin?’‘No,butI’mtheirfriend.I’mtheWitchoftheNorth,andIcametoseethedeadWitchoftheEast.Butdon’tbeafraid——I’magoodwitch.’‘ButAuntEmsaystherearen’tanywitches.’‘Ohyes,thereare!’saidtheWitch.‘HereinthecountryofOzwehavefourwitches.ThewitchesoftheNorthandtheSoutharegoodwitches,butthoseoftheEastandtheWestarebadwitches.NowtheWitchoftheEastisdead,sothereisonlyonebadwitch.Wehaveafamouswizard,too.WecallhimtheWizardofOz,andhelivesintheEmeraldCity.Howmanywitchesandwizardsdoyouhaveinyourcountry?’‘Wedon’thaveany!’saidDorothy.SuddenlysherememberedAuntEmandUncleHenry.‘HowcanIgetbackhometoKansas?’sheasked.‘WhereisKansas?’askedthegoodWitch.‘Idon’tknowacountrycalledKansas,soIcan’ttellyoutheway.’Dorothybegantocry.‘Ohdear!WhatcanIdo?’‘pleasedon’tcry!’saidtheWitch.‘GoandseetheWizardofOz.He’sagoodwizard,andperhapshecanhelpyou.It’salongway,andyoumustwalkthere.Ican’tgowithyou,butIcangiveyoumykiss.’ShegaveDorothyalittlekiss.ItlookedlikeasmallredfloweronDorothy’sface.‘Nownothingcanhurtyou,’shesaid.‘Look—thereistheroadtotheEmeraldCity.Itismadeofyellowbricks,soyoucannotloseyourway...Goodbye.’‘Goodbye!’saidthethreelittleMunchkins.InthehouseDorothyfoundsomebreadandsomeapples,andsheputthemallinabag.Thensheputonherblueandwhitedress.‘NowIlooknice,’shesaid.Shelookeddownatheroldshoes.ThensherememberedthebadWitch’sredshoes,andputthemon.Shepickedupherbagoffood.‘Comeon,Toto!’shecalled.‘We’regoingtofindtheWizardofOz.’Chapter2TheyellowbrickroadDorothyandTotowalkedalongtheyellowbrickroadforalongtime.Whentheyweretired,theystoppedinafieldbytheroad.Notfaraway,therewasascarecrow,andDorothyandTotowalkedacrosstolookatit.‘Goodday,’saidtheScarecrow.‘Oh!’saidDorothy.‘Youcanspeak!’‘OfcourseIcanspeak,’saidtheScarecrow.‘ButIcan’tmove,uphereonthispole…I’dliketogetdown.Canyouhelpme?’Carefully,DorothytooktheScarecrowoffhispole.‘Thankyouverymuch,’saidtheScarecrow.Hemovedhisarmsandlegs,andstrawwenteverywhere.‘Whoareyou?’heasked.‘Andwhereareyougoing?’‘I’mDorothy,andI’mgoingtotheEmeraldCity.IwanttogohometoKansas,butIdon’tknowtheway.I’mgoingtoasktheWizardofOzforhelp.’‘WhereistheEmeraldCity?’askedtheScarecrow.‘AndwhoistheWizardofOz?Idon’tknowanything,yousee,becauseIhavenobrainsinmyhead—onlystraw.’‘Ohdear!’saidDorothy.‘I’mverysorry.’‘Iwouldverymuchliketohavesomebrains,’theScarecrowsaid.‘CanIgototheEmeraldCitywithyou?PerhapstheWizardofOzcangivemesomebrains.Whatdoyouthink?’‘Idon’tknow,’saidDorothy.‘Butyes,pleasecomewithme.He’safamouswizard,soperhapshecanhelpyou.’ShefeltverysorryfortheScarecrow.‘Don’tbeafraidofToto,’shesaid.‘Heneverhurtspeople.’‘Nothingcanhurtme,’saidtheScarecrow.‘I’mnotafraidofanything…Well,that’snottrue.Iamaf