NarratorDorothy reached up both arms and lifted the figure off the pole, for, being stuffed with straw, it was quite light.
NarratorDorothy was puzzled at this, for it sounded queer to hear a stuffed man speak, and to see him bow and walk along beside her.
Unknown voicebut you may come with me, if you like. If Oz will not give you any brains you will be no worse off than you are now.
Unknown voiceI don’t mind my legs and arms and body being stuffed, because I cannot get hurt. If anyone treads on my toes or sticks a pin into me, it doesn’t matter, for I can’t feel it. But I do not want people to call me a fool, and if my head stays stuffed with straw instead of with brains, as yours is, how am I ever to know anything?
NarratorThey walked back to the road. Dorothy helped him over the fence, and they started along the path of yellow brick for the Emerald City.