forward and slapped the Lion upon his nose as hard as she could, while
she cried out:
Don t you dare to bite Toto! You ought to be ashamed of yourself, a
big beast like you, to bite a poor little dog!
I didn t bite him, said the Lion, as he rubbed his nose with his paw
where Dorothy had hit it.
No, but you tried to, she retorted. You are nothing but a big
coward.
I know it, said the Lion, hanging his head in shame. I ve always
known it. But how can I help it?
I don t know, I m sure. To think of your striking a stuffed man, like
the poor Scarecrow!
Is he stuffed? asked the Lion in surprise, as he watched her pick up
the Scarecrow and set him upon his feet, while she patted him into
shape again.
Of course he s stuffed, replied Dorothy, who was still angry.
That s why he went over so easily, remarked the Lion. It astonished
me to see him whirl around so. Is the other one stuffed also?
No, said Dorothy, he s made of tin. And she helped the Woodman up
again.
That s why he nearly blunted my claws, said the Lion. When they
scratched against the tin it made a cold shiver run down my back. What
is that little animal you are so tender of?
He is my dog, Toto, answered Dorothy.
Is he made of tin, or stuffed? asked the Lion.
Neither. He s a a a meat dog, said the girl.
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