Chapter 5 Chapter 2 The Story of Oz-1
[US] Frank Baum
Translated by Wang Haiping and Bu Zhenwei
Tip made a pumpkin man
In the country of Gillikins in the north of the country of Oz, there lived a boy named Tip.Actually his name was pronounced much longer than that, and old woman Moby used to say that his full name should be Tippytelus.Since being called "Tip" is good enough, no one wants to be called by such a long name.
The boy could not remember his parents at all, for he had been brought up from a very early age by this old woman named Moby, who unfortunately had a very bad reputation.The Gillikins had reason to suspect her of magic, and were afraid to associate with her.
Moby wasn't really a witch.Because, the good witch who rules the land of Oz does not allow other witches to exist in her country.So Tip's protector, as much as she wanted to do magic, knew that it was not legal to be a witch or a wizard again.
Tip was sent into the forest to fetch the old woman cooking wood.He still had to work in the cornfields, hoe the ground, and grind the corn; and he had to feed the pigs and milk the four-horned cow that Moby loved.
But don't think Tip works all day, he's not stupid.Whenever he was sent to the forest, he often climbed to the tree to dig out bird eggs, or happily chased the escaped rabbit, or fished in the stream with a looper. Pick up a handful of firewood and take it home.When he was working in the corn field, as long as the tall corn poles could cover his body from Moby's sight, or when he was upset, he would dig a hole, lie in the middle of the corn row, and sleep on the bed. Sleep.Because Tip never wore himself out at work, he was as thick and strong as the other boys.
Moby's strange magic often threatens her neighbors, and they always keep her at a respectful distance, because everyone is afraid of her mysterious magic power.Tip, however, hated her openly, and he didn't hide his feelings.If he had thought of Moby as his protector, he should have had a little respect for her, but he was too embarrassing for her sometimes.
In Moby's cornfield there were pumpkins, lying among the green rows of corn, showing their reddish-gold color.These pumpkins are ready to feed that four-horned cow in winter.One day, when Tip had finished cutting and stacking the corn, when he was carrying the pumpkins into the cowshed, he wanted to scare the old woman by carving a lantern in the shape of a human face out of the pumpkins.
He picked a big, nice, bright orange pumpkin and began to carve it.Two round eyes, a triangular nose and a crescent-shaped mouth are carved into the tip of his knife.When the face was finally finished it didn't look pretty, but it was a broad, smiling face with such a cheerful expression that even Tip couldn't help laughing as he admired his work.
Tip never had a pal, so he didn't know that the boys often hollowed out the Pumpkin Man's head and put a lit candle in it to make it even scarier.But Tip had an idea of his own, and thought it must work just as well.He decides to make a dummy with a pumpkin head, and have it stand where old Moby sees him face to face.
"Then," said Tip, laughing to himself, "she'll squeal louder than the pig made when I held it by the tail, and shake with fear more than I did when I got malaria last year. !"
Tip had plenty of time to do the job, since Moby was off to a village--to buy groceries, as she said--would take at least two days.
He went into the forest with an axe, and selected some strong and straight saplings, and cut them up, and removed the branches and leaves, from which he was going to make the arms, legs, and feet of the Pumpkin Man; A thick piece of bark was peeled off a big tree to make the pumpkin man's body.It was with great difficulty that Tip fashioned the piece of bark into a cylinder of proper size, and then nailed the edges with wooden nails.Tip whistled happily as he worked, carefully connecting the limbs and attaching them to the body with dowels and whittling out the shapes with the knife.
When Tip was finishing this work, it was beginning to get dark, and he remembered that he still had to milk the cows and feed the game.So he picked up the wooden figure he made and took it home.
At night, by the light of the fire in the kitchen, Tip carefully rounded the edges of the joints and smoothed the rough places like a deft and skilled worker, and then let it stand against the wall , appreciate yourself.The dummy was almost as tall as a man, perfect enough for a boy, and Tip was very pleased with his creation.
The next morning, when Tip looked at his work again, he realized that he had forgotten to attach a neck to the wooden figure, because only in this way could the pumpkin head be installed on it.So he went to the nearby forest and cut some pieces of wood from the trees, with which to finish the work.When he got home, he fastened a rung to the very top of the wooden body, and cut a hole in the middle for the neck to go straight through.The little piece of wood used for the neck is also sharpened at the top.Everything was ready, and Tip came to install the pumpkin head.He found that the pressure of the head from the neck was just right.It can also turn left and right at will, and the joints of the arms and legs can also allow the wooden man to pose in various poses at will.
"Ah, now," said Tip proudly, "he's a real human being, and he'll make old Moby scream. But if you can dress him, he'll It's more like a living person."
Finding the right clothes can be tricky.Tip ventured to turn Moby's big box of keepsakes and treasures upside down.At the bottom of the box he found a pair of purple trousers, a red shirt and a pink vest with white spots.He put all these things on his pumpkin man.Even though the clothes don't quite fit, they dress the Pumpkin Man up nicely.He put a pair of old Moby's stockings and his own worn out shoes on the Pumpkin Man, and Tip jumped up and down with ecstasy and laughed loudly at the Pumpkin Man's appearance.
"I must give it a name!" he cried, "a man so fine must have a name.
I think," he said after a moment's thought, "let's call him 'Jack' the Pumpkin Man. "
miraculous life powder
After careful consideration, Tip decided that the bend not far from the house was the best place to put Jack.So he took the Pumpkin Man there.But he found that the Pumpkin Man was heavy and hard to hold.After dragging the Pumpkin Man for a short distance, Tip stood him upright, bending first the joint of one leg, then the other, and pushing hard from behind.He wanted Jack to go around the bend by himself.It seems that it is impossible not to fall a few times.Tip had never worked so hard, either in the field or in the woods, and his love of mischief drove him to it.Of course he also wanted to try his craft.
"Jack is all right, and the road is not bad!" he said to himself, panting.
At this moment, he found that the pumpkin man's left arm had fallen off on the road, so he went back to look for it, and made a new, stronger wooden nail, and repaired the injured arm stronger than before.Tip also noticed that Jack's pumpkin head was on the back, which was easily corrected.When the Pumpkin Man finally stood at the turn of the road facing old Moby home, he looked very natural, like a well-imitated Gillikins farmer-and it was so strange that anyone who was not paying attention People who walked up to it were startled.
As it was still early for the old woman to go home every day, Tip went into the valley below the farmhouse to pick chestnuts from the trees and eat them.
However, old Moby came back earlier than usual that day.She went to meet an evil sorcerer who lived alone in a cave and exchanged with him the secrets of several important magic tricks.In this way she obtained three new formulas, four magic powders and a selected herb that worked wonders.She limped home, wanting to try these new spells early.
Moby was so engrossed in thinking of her treasure that when she caught sight of the Southpaw around the bend, she just nodded to him and said, "Good evening, sir."
But after a while, she found that the Pumpkin Man was neither moving nor answering, and the wolf took another hard look at the Pumpkin Man's face, only to realize that its pumpkin head had been carved out with a knife.
"Hey!" cried Moby suddenly, in a voice like a pig's snort, "the little fellow is playing tricks again! Good! So-- good! I'll beat him black and blue, and see if he dares." How dare you scare me like this!"
She raised her crutch angrily and wanted to smash the pumpkin's head. Suddenly, she had an idea that the crutch held in the air would not move.
"Hey! Isn't this a good opportunity for me to try out the efficacy of the new drug powder?" She said eagerly.
"That way I can know if the evil sorcerer told me the true secret, or if he fooled me as I fooled him."
So she put down the basket, and reached in to feel for the precious powder she had acquired.
While Moby was looking for the powder, Tip returned with his pockets full of picked notes.He found the old woman standing beside his Pumpkin Man, not seeming at all frightened by him.
At first, he was disappointed.Later, he became curious to know what Moby was up to.So he hid behind the hedge, from which he could see out without being seen, and was ready to see.
After searching for a while, the old woman took out an old pepper box from the basket. On the faded label, the sorcerer wrote in pencil: "Powder of Life".
"Oh, here it is!" she exclaimed happily. "Now, let me see if it works.
The stingy sorcerer refused to give more, but this was enough for two or three times. "
Tip was very surprised when he heard these words.He saw old Moby raise his arm and sprinkle the powder in the box on Jack's pumpkin head.She did it like one would pepper a boiled potato.The powder slid from Jack's head onto the red shirt, pink vest, and purple trousers Tip put on for him, and some of it even landed on the battered shoes.
Then, Moby put the pepper box back into the basket, raised her left hand, pointed to it with her little finger, and muttered: "Ua" Then she raised her right hand, pointed to it with her thumb, and muttered: "Taiah Finally, she held up her hands, opened all her fingers and thumbs, and muttered: "Pia" At this moment, the Pumpkin Man took a step back and said in a reproachful voice: "Don't make such a feigning noise! Am I deaf?"
Old Moby danced and yelled about him, and was just wild with joy.
"He's alive!" she cried. "He's alive! He's alive!"
She threw the cane into the air, caught it again when it fell, and clasped her arms around herself like a jig, repeating, triumphantly, "" He's alive! - He's alive!" Now, you can probably guess how surprised Tip was to see all this!
At first, he was so frightened that he wanted to run away; but his legs trembled so badly that he couldn't run even if he wanted to.Afterwards it was very amusing to him to see Jack alive, especially the look on his pumpkin face was so funny and ridiculous, that Tip, when he had recovered from his first fear, burst out laughing.His happy laughter reached old Moby's ears, and she limped to the back of the hedge at once, grabbed Jundip by the collar, and dragged him to where the Pumpkin Man was.
"You sneaky, mischievous bad boy!" She was furious, "I have to teach you a lesson, see if you still dare to eavesdrop on my secrets, and make me happy!"
"I'm not making fun of you," retorted Tip, "I'm laughing at the old pumpkin man! Look at him! Doesn't he look like a picture?"
"I hope you don't laugh at my looks," Jack said, and it was even more amusing to hear his deep voice, and his face always had a happy smile on it.Tip couldn't help laughing out loud again.
Even Moby was very interested in this person brought to life by her magic.She looked at him carefully for a while and asked, "What do you know?"
"Well, that's hard to say," said Jack. "Because, although I feel that I know a great deal, I don't quite know how much there is in this world that remains to be known. So it will be some time before I know whether I am a wise man or a fool. "
"Of course it is," said Moby thoughtfully.
"Now that he's alive, what are you going to do with him?" Tip asked.
"I've got to think about it," Moby replied. "But now we have to hurry home, it's almost dark. You help the Pumpkin Man."
"Don't mind me," said Jack, "I can walk as well as you. Don't I have legs and feet too?
Can't they move too? "
"Can they move?" asked the old woman, turning to Tip.
"Of course it works, I did it," the boy replied proudly.
So they started on their way home; and when they got to the farmhouse and into the yard, old Moby led the Pumpkin Man to the cowshed, shut him up in an empty stable, and shut the door from the outside.
"I'll take care of you first," she said, nodding to Tip.
The boy felt uncomfortable hearing this.Because he knew that Moby had a vicious and vengeful heart, and she could do any bad thing.
They went into the house, which was a vaulted building like all the farmhouses in Oz.
Moby told the boy to light a candle, and he put the basket on the cupboard, and hung the cloak on the peg.
Tip hastily lit a candle, for he was afraid of her.
After the wax was lit, Moby told him to light the fire in the grate.While Tip was doing this, the old woman ate her supper herself.The boy came up to her and asked her for a bread and butter, but Moby refused him.
"I'm hungry!" said Tip angrily.
"You won't be hungry for long," said Moby, looking at him with a hard, hard look.
The boy didn't like to hear that, because it sounded like a threat, and then it occurred to him that he still had some chestnuts in his pocket, so he smashed them up and ate them.The old woman stood up, shook the crumbs off her apron, and hung a little black pot over the fire.
Then, she poured the milk and vinegar into the jug, took out several packets of herbs and powders, and put a part of each packet into the jug.Occasionally, she would read a secret recipe printed on a piece of yellow paper near the candle.
The more Tip watched her, the more disturbed he became.
"Who do you dispense?" he asked.
"For you," Moby replied curtly.
Tip squirmed on the stool and looked again at the jug, which was already bubbling.Then he took another look at the witch's stern, wrinkled face, and he really wanted to get out of this gloomy, smoky kitchen, wherever he wanted, where even the shadow of a candle on the wall Also scary.An hour passed with no sound but the bubbling of the kettle and the hissing of the flames.
At last Tip said:
"Must I drink that medicine?" he asked, nodding toward the jug.
"Of course," said Moby.
"What good does it do me?" asked Tip.
"If done right," replied Moby, "it will turn you into a marble statue."
Tip groaned, wiping sweat from his brow with his sleeve.
"I don't want to be turned into a marble statue!" he protested.
"It's none of your business, you have to change if I want you to change," said the old woman, looking at him sternly.
"Then what use am I?" he asked. "Besides, there's no one to help you with your work."
"I'll let the pumpkin do the work for me," said Moby.
Tip groaned again.
"Why don't you turn me into a goat or a chicken?" he asked anxiously. "A marble statue is of no use to you."
"No, it works," said Moby. "Next spring, I'm going to make a garden, and I'll put you in the center, as an ornament. I wonder how I never thought of that idea before; you've been a burden to me all these years."
Tip felt his whole body break out in perspiration at these dreadful words, but he sat trembling and looked anxiously at the jug.
"Let's hope it doesn't work out," he muttered, his voice weak and lifeless.
"Oh, I think it's going to work," said Moby cheerfully. "I'm rarely wrong."
There was another silence in the house--a long and melancholy silence which lasted until Moby finally took the kettle from the fire.At this time, it was almost midnight.
"When it is cool enough, you can drink it," said the old witch.Although it was illegal, she still thought it was right to practice witchcraft. "Now, let's all go to sleep, and I will call you in the morning and turn you into a marble statue in no time."
After speaking, she picked up the pot that was still steaming, and staggered into her house.Tip heard her close and lock the door.
The boy did not go to bed as ordered, but sat still looking at the dying fire.
Desperado's escape
Tip mused.
"It's a hell of a thing to be turned into a marble statue," he thought disapprovingly. "I can't stand that. She said I was a burden to her for years, so she Get rid of me now. Well, there's an easier way than turning into a statue. It's no fun for a boy to stand forever in the middle of a garden! I'm going to run, yes, I'm going to do it—I'm going to be in her Let me run away before I drink the potion."
Tip waited until the old witch was fast asleep, then got up quietly, and went to the cupboard to find something to eat.
"You can't walk without something to eat," he thought, searching the narrow shelves.
He found some dry bread, and went into Moby's basket for the butter she had bought in the village.
When he turned over the basket, he saw the pepper box containing "life powder".
"I'll take this, too," he thought, "or Moby will do something wrong with it again." So he put the box and the bread and butter in his pocket.
Then he walked cautiously out of the house and locked the door from the outside.Outside, the moon and stars shone brightly in the sky, the night was silent, and it was much more comfortable here than in the suffocating and smelly kitchen.
"I'm so glad to be out of here," said Tip softly. "I never liked the old woman. I don't know how I came to live with her!"
He walked slowly towards the road, and suddenly, he remembered another thing. "I can't leave Pumpkin Man in old Molby's care," he said to himself. "Jack is mine, because I made him—even though the old hag gave him life."
He walked towards the cowshed and opened the gate of the stall where the Pumpkin Man was.
Jack was standing in the middle of the bullpen.By moonlight Tip saw that he was as happy as ever.
"Come out!" the boy waved.
"Where are you going?" Jack asked.
"You'll find out in a minute," Tip said to the Pumpkin Man, smiling sympathetically. "Now all we have to do is get out."
"Okay," said Jack, and he lumbered out of the barn into the moonlight.
Tip turned onto the road, and the Pumpkin Man followed.Jack walked with a limp, and sometimes the joints of his legs bent back instead of forward, nearly causing him to fall.The Pumpkin Man soon discovered this problem, and walked more carefully, so that he rarely encountered such things later.
Tip led him non-stop along the road.They were not walking fast, but they were walking steadily; at this moment, the moon was setting and the sun was rising.They had come a long way, and the boys no longer had to worry about the old hag chasing them.Besides, he turned at the first intersection, and then another.Even if someone were chasing them, it would be difficult to guess which way they were going.
Tip was perfectly happy with his escape - at least for the time being - and wouldn't he be turned into a marble statue?The boy called his companions to stop, and sat down on a rock by the side of the road.
"Let's have some breakfast," he said.
The Pumpkin Man looked at Tip curiously, but he refused to eat his breakfast.
"I don't look like you're doing it the same way," he said.
"I know you're not like me," Tip said, "because, I made you."
"Oh, really?" Jack asked.
"Of course. I nailed you together and carved your eyes, nose, ears and mouth," said Tip proudly, "and I put clothes on you."
Jack looked critically at his body and limbs.
"I can't see that you're pretty good at your craft," he said.
"Nothing," Tip replied modestly.Because, he has already discovered some flaws in the person he made, "If I knew we were going to travel together, I would definitely do it more carefully."
"Huh!" said the Pumpkin Man in surprise, "You are my creator, and you are my parents.
It is my father! "
"Or your inventor," the boy said with a smile. "Yes, my son, I do consider myself your father."
"Then I will obey you," said the Pumpkin Man, "you must help me."
"That's natural," said Tip, jumping up. "Let's go on."
"Where are we going?" Jack asked when he started walking again.
"I don't know much," said the boy, "but I believe we're heading south, and sooner or later we'll reach the Emerald City."
"What city is that?" the Pumpkin Man asked.
"Hey, it's the center of the Kingdom of Oates, the largest city in the land. I've never been there myself, but I've heard all about its history. It was run by a great and built by the wizards of the city. Everything is green there—just as everything is purple in Gillikins."
"Is everything purple here?" Jack asked.
"Of course it is, can't you see it?" the boy asked.
"I guess I must be colorblind," said the Pumpkin Man, looking around for a moment.
"You see, the grass is purple, the trees are purple, the house and the fence are purple," Tip explained.
"Even the mud on the road is purple. But in the Emerald City, it's different from here. Everything is purple here and green there. In the Mankiken Kingdom to the east, everything is blue. In the land of Quadrin to the south, everything is red. In the land of Winkies to the west, where the Tin Woodman rules, everything is yellow."
"Ah!" said Jack.After a while he asked again: "Do you mean a Tin Woodman rules Winkies?"
"Yes, he was the one who helped Dorothy defeat the Wicked Witch of the West. The Winkies were so grateful to them that they asked him to be their ruler - just as the Emerald City had the Scarecrow as their ruler the same."
"My God!" said Jack. "I'm totally confused by the history. Who's the Scarecrow?"
"Another friend of Dorothy's," said Tip.
"And who is Dorothy?"
"She was a little girl from Kansas, which is a great place out of the world. She was blown into Oates by a hurricane. And while she was here, the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman accompanied her on her journeys. "
"Where is she now?" asked the Pumpkin Man.
"Good Glinda, ruler of Quadrin, sent her home," said the boy.
"Oh, so it is. What happened to the Scarecrow?"
"Didn't I tell you? He rules the Emerald City," Tip replied.
"I remember you saying that the city was ruled by a remarkable wizard," retorted Jack, who seemed to be getting more and more confused the more he listened.
"Yes, I said that. Now listen carefully, and I'll say it again," said Tip, speaking slowly, looking at the always smiling Pumpkin Man. "Dorothy went to the Emerald City to ask the wizard to take her back to Kansas, and the Scarecrow and the Tin Emperor went with her. But the wizard couldn't send Dorothy back, because he was not a real wizard. Later Well, they got angry with the wizard, and wanted to expose him; so the wizard made a big balloon, got in it, and ran away. Never saw him again."
"This history is really interesting," said Jack happily. "Now that I understand it all, please go on."
"That's all right," Tip said. "After the wizard was gone, the people of the Emerald City made the Scarecrow their king; and I hear he became a very popular ruler."
"Are we going to meet this strange king?" Jack asked with great interest.
"I suppose so," replied the boy, "unless you have something better to do."
"Oh no, dear father," said the Pumpkin Man. "Wherever you go, I am very willing to go with you."
Tip did a magic experiment
It seemed embarrassing for the tall and big pumpkin man to call this small and delicate boy "Father", but Tip suddenly changed the subject and asked, "Are you tired?"
"Not at all tired!" replied the Pumpkin Man. "But," he continued after a pause, "if I go any further, my wooden joints will fall apart."
As they moved on, Tip, too, found out that this was indeed the case.He regretted that he had not been more careful to make the wooden limbs stronger.But how could he have imagined that this wooden figure, made only to frighten old Moby, would be made alive by some kind of magic powder in an old pepper box?
With this in mind, Tip stopped blaming himself and began to consider how Jack's weak joints could be repaired.
While Tip was trying to figure it out, they came to the edge of a wood, and the boy sat down on an old sawhorse left by a lumberjack.
"Why don't you sit down?" he asked the Pumpkin Man.
"Will sitting sprain my joints?" he asked.
"Of course not, it will only give them rest," replied the boy.
So Jack slowly tried to sit down.But as soon as his joints were bent a little more than usual, they gave up, and Jack fell to the ground with a thud, which was so hard that Tip was afraid he was going to die for good.
Tip rushed over, picked him up, straightened his arms and legs, and felt his head to see if it was broken. It seemed that Jack was all right.Then Tip said to him, "I reckon you'd better stand in the future. It's the safest course."
"Well, dear father, as you say," replied Jack, laughing, not yet confused by the fall.
Tip sat down again.At this time, the Pumpkin Man asked:
"What's that thing you're sitting on called?"
"Oh, it's a horse," replied the boy casually.
"What's a horse?" Jack asked.
"Horses? Well, there are two kinds of horses," said Tip, a little at a loss as to what to answer. "A horse is alive. It has four legs, a head and a tail. A man can ride on its back."
"I see," Jack said happily. "You are sitting on this kind of horse."
"No, it's not," Tip replied promptly.
"Why not? It has four legs, a head and a tail."
Tip took a good look at the sawhorse and saw that the Pumpkin Man was right.Its body is made of a section of tree trunk, and a branch sticks out towards the sky at the end, which looks like a tail.On the other end, there are two knots, which resemble two eyes, and a gap is cut in the front, which can easily be regarded as a horse's mouth.
And the four legs are made of four straight branches cut from the tree, and are firmly nailed to the body.The legs were spread wide so that it would stand firm while sawing wood on it.
"This thing is more real than the horse I imagined," Tip said, trying to explain as well as he could. "But a real horse has to be alive, it can trot and jump and eat oats, and this is just a dead horse, made of wood, used to saw logs."
"If it becomes alive, can it run, jump, and eat oatmeal?" the Pumpkin Man asked.
"It might run and jump, but it can't eat oats," the boy said, laughing. "But how can it come to life, it's made of wood."
"Then it's like me," said the Pumpkin Man.
Tip looked at him in surprise.
"Why, like you!" he exclaimed. "By the way, the magic powder that made you alive is still in my pocket!"
He took out the pepper box and looked at it curiously.
"I wonder if this thing can bring a sawhorse to life," he said cheerfully.
"If it lives," said Jack quietly—as if nothing could surprise him—"I can ride on its back and my joints won't break." "Let me Try it!"
cried the boy, jumping up. "But I don't know if I still remember what old Moby said and the way she raised her hand."
He thought about it for a while.Because he watched every movement of old Moby and heard every word she said carefully from behind the fence, he believed that he could repeat her every word and every movement.
So he sprinkled some powder of life from the pepper box on the sawhorse.Then, he raised his left hand, pointed upward with his little finger, and said something in his mouth: "Wooah!"
"What does that mean, dear father?" Jack asked curiously.
"I don't know," Tip replied.At this time, he raised his right hand again and pointed his thumb upwards; he muttered: "Taiwan!"
"And what does that mean, dear father?" asked Jack.
"Meaning you have to be quiet!" said the boy, annoyed to be interrupted at such an important moment.
"How quickly I learn!" said the Pumpkin Man, with a perpetual smile on his face.
Now Tip held his hands over his head, all fingers spread, and, muttering something, cried out, "Pia!"
Immediately the sawhorse moved.Stretching his legs and opening his slashed mouth, he shook off the little powder that was left of him, the rest of which seemed to have entered the horse's body.
"Great!" Jack exclaimed, and the boy looked at the horse in amazement. "You are a very clever sorcerer, dear father!"
trojan wakes up
After the sawn log turned into a wooden horse and came to life, it seemed to be more surprised than Tip.It turned its gnarled eyes from side to side, and saw for the first time this wonderful world, and now it became an important part of it.Then, it wanted to look at itself again, but because it didn't have a neck, it couldn't see it no matter how it looked, so it could only keep turning in circles on the spot.Its legs were stiff and clumsy because they had no knee joints, and as it spun around, it knocked the Pumpkin Man down and threw him into the swamp beside the road.
Startled by this and by the horse's persistence in jumping in circles, Tip yelled, "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!..!"
Unexpectedly, the wooden horse ignored Tip's words at all, and then, one of its wooden legs stepped on Tip's foot again. The step was so hard that the boy had to endure the pain and jumped a little farther away. One o'clock, where he shouted again: "Oh, oh, I order you!"
Jack had managed to sit up now, and he was watching the horse with great interest.
"I don't believe the beast will hear you," he said.
"Haven't I shouted loud enough?" said Tip angrily.
"No, the horse has no ears," said the Pumpkin Man.
"Ah! Really," exclaimed Tip, now seeing the problem for the first time, "then how can I tell it to stop?"
At this moment, the wooden horse stopped by itself, because it decided that it was impossible to see its own body.However, it saw Tip and walked towards him to get a better look.
Watching this sex mouth walk is really interesting.It moves its right legs together first, and then its left; like a horse gliding, it makes its body rock from side to side like a cradle.
Tip patted it on the head, and said coquettishly, "Good boy! Good boy!" and the wooden horse walked away, looking at the Pumpkin Man with its bulging eyes.
"I'll have to get him a bridle," said Tip, finding a coil of strong string in his pocket.He walked towards the wooden horse with the untied rope in his hand.He tied one end of the rope around its neck, and the other end to a big tree.The wooden horse didn't understand what this meant, and when it stepped back, it broke the rope, but it didn't want to escape.
"It's much stronger than I thought," said the boy, "it's even a little stubborn."
"Why don't you make him two ears?" Jack asked, "so you can tell him what to do."
"What a great idea!" said Tip. "How did you come up with the idea?"
"Oh, I didn't think about it," said the Pumpkin-Man. "It's nothing to think about, because it's the easiest and easiest thing to do."
蒂普拿出小刀，把小树皮削成耳朵的形状。
“我不能把耳朵做得太大，”他一边削，一边说，“要不我们的马就变成驴了。”
“怎么会呢？”杰克在路边上问。
“因为，马的耳朵比人的大；而驴的耳朵又比马的大，”蒂普解释道。
“那么，如果我的耳朵再长些，我会变成一匹马吗？”杰克问。
“我的朋友，”蒂普严肃地说，“你永远只会是个南瓜人，不管你的耳朵有多长。”
“哦，”杰克点点头，“我想我已经明白了。”
“如果你真懂了，那你便是一个奇迹，”男孩说，“现在，我相信这双耳朵已经做好了。我给马安耳朵时，你帮我扶着它好吗？”
“当然可以，只是你得先把我扶起来，”杰克说。
蒂普将他扶了起来，南瓜人走到马旁边，抓主了它的头，男孩用他的小刀在头。上挖了两个洞，然后把耳朵插了进去。
“这对耳朵使它变得好看多了，”杰克赞赏地说。
可是这些话是贴近木马说的，这是它第一次听到声音，它大吃一惊，突然向前一跳，将蒂普摔倒在一边，将杰克摔在另一边。然后它继续向前冲，好像是被自己的马蹄声吓着了似的。
“喔！”蒂普一边叫，一边站了起来，“喔！你这个傻瓜——喔！”
木马本来不会听他的话，可正在这时，它的一条腿踩进了一个地鼠洞，摔了个四脚朝天，背靠地面，四条腿在空中乱蹬着。
蒂普也跑了上来。
“我承认你是一匹好马，”他说。“为什么我喊'喔'你还不站住呢？”
“'喔'就是站住的意思吗？”木马用惊奇的声音问，它转动眼睛朝上看着男孩子。
“当然是的，”蒂普说。
“那地上的洞也意味站住，对吗？”马继续说。
“当然是的，除非你不睬上它，”蒂普说。
“这是一个多么奇怪的地方呀！”那牲口好像很感兴趣地说道。“我在这儿能干些什么呢？”
“怎么，是我给你的生命，”男孩说，“如果你听话，我要你干什么你就干什么，你就吃不了亏。”
“那么，我就听你的，”木马谦卑地答道。“可是刚才我怎么来着，我好像有点不对头似的。”
“你摔倒了，”蒂普说。“现在，让你的腿老实一会儿，我重新来替你扶正。”
“可是，请你的腿放老实点。”
现在木马安静下来了，举着它的僵硬的腿，这样，经过几次努力，蒂普将它翻转过来，使它又站了起来。
“噢，这下我好像全好了，”这个怪模样的牲口叹气说。
“你的一只耳朵摔坏了，”蒂普经过仔细检查以后说。“我还得再给你做一只新的。”
说完，他领着木马朝杰克走去，杰克正挣扎着站起来，蒂普在帮南瓜人站起来之后，又削了一只新耳朵，安在马头上。
“现在，”蒂普对他的马说，“注意听我说的话。'喔'的意思是站住，'起来'的意思是朝前走；'跑'的意思是能走多快就走多快。懂了吗？”
“我相信我听懂了，”马答道。
“好。我们现在继续朝翡翠城前进，去看望稻草人陛下，让南瓜人骑在你的背上，这样他的关节就不至于走坏了。”
“反正我不在乎，”木马说。“只要对你们有好处，就对我也有好处。”
蒂普帮杰克骑上了马背。
“抓紧点，”蒂普提醒他，“要不你会从上面掉下来，摔坏你的南瓜脑袋。”
“那太可怕了！”杰克吓得发抖了一下。“可是让我抓什么地方呢？”
“就抓着它的两只耳朵吧！”犹豫了一会儿后，蒂普说。
“那可不行！”木马说，“这么一来，我就什么也听不见了。”这个意见看来是对的，于是，蒂普又在想别的办法。
“我来安个东西吧！”最后，他说。他走进树林里，从一棵小树上砍下一根短树枝。他把树枝的一头削尖，然后又在木马的背上挖了个洞，从路边拣了块石头，把那根棍子牢牢地钉进马背。
“住手！住手！”马大叫起来，“你把我震得太厉害了。”
“伤着你了吗？”男孩问道。
“那倒没有，”牲口说，“只是那震动使我的神经受不了。”
“好，现在一切就绪，”蒂普鼓励着道。“杰克，现在你一定要抓牢这根绳子，否则就会掉下来，摔坏了。”
杰克紧紧地抓着棍子，蒂普对马说：
"stand up."
那听话的牲口马上朝前走去，当它从地上抬起脚来时，身体左右摇罢着。
蒂普在木马旁边步行，他对这个新参加的伙阵非常满意。并立刻吹起了口哨。
“这个声音表示什么呀？”马问道。
“你不用管它，”蒂普说。“当我吹口哨时，就表示我心里很高兴。”
“如果我能将两片嘴唇合到一起，那我也会吹口哨了，”杰克说。“亲爱的父亲，我想我在某些方面还有很多欠缺。”
走了一会儿以后，他们走的这条小路一下变宽了，路面还铺了黄砖，蒂普发现路旁有一块指示牌，上面写道：“翡翠城九英里”这时，天开始黑了，他决定在路旁宿营，等天亮时再继续前进。蒂普牵着马来到一片长着灌木的草地上，小心翼翼地将南瓜人扶下马。
“我想，我让你躺在地上过夜吧，”男孩说。“这样对你更安全些。”
“那我怎么办呢？”木马说。
“你站着没关系，”蒂普说，“因为你不用睡觉。你还可以向外边观望，看有没有什么东西来打扰我们。”
说完，男孩子就在南瓜人旁边的草地上躺了下来。因为走得太累了；他很快就睡着了。
南瓜人骑马到了翡翠城
天亮时。蒂普被南瓜人叫醒了。他揉揉睡眼，在小溪里洗洗脸，然后吃了点面包和黄油。一切都准备好了以后，男孩子说：“我们马上出发吧。九英里还是有相当一段路呢。不过，如果不遇到什么麻烦的话，中午我们就可以到翡翠城了。”
于是，南瓜人又爬上了马背，旅行又开始了。
这时，蒂普发现，树和草的颜色已经队深紫色变成了淡紫色。又走了一会儿，在那淡紫色上就出现了淡绿色。当他们离稻草人统治的翡翠城越近，那绿色也越鲜艳。
这一小队人刚走了两英里远，他们走的黄砖路就被一条又宽又急的河水截断了。蒂普着急地想着怎么过河呢；过了一会儿，他发现有二个人划着一只渡船从河那边过来了。
当这人靠岸以后，蒂普问道：
“你愿意把我们渡过河吗？”
“可以的，如果你有钱的话，”渡船工转过头来说道，他的脸色很难看，一看就令人讨厌。
“可是我没有钱呀，”蒂普说。
“一点儿都没有吗？”那人问。
“一点儿都没有，”男孩子答道。
“那我可不能送你们过去，”渡船工坚决地说。
“一个多好的人呀！”南瓜人笑着说。
渡船工看看他，没说话，蒂普却在使劲想办法，因为，如果他的旅行就这样突然结束了的话，那该多叫他失望呀。
“我一定要到翡翠城去，”他对渡船工说，“如果你不渡我过去，我怎么过河呢？”
那人大笑起来，而且，那不是善意的笑。
“那木马可以在水上漂，你可以骑着它过河。至于这个陪着你的南瓜人，可以让他下水游泳——这对他不会有什么不方便。”
“不用为我着急，”杰克说着朝那爱挑剔的渡船工笑笑，“我相信，我大概能游得很好的。”
蒂普想，这个建议值得试试，木马因为不懂得什么是危险，所以它没有什么反对意见。于是，男孩将它牵进水里，爬到它背上。杰克也下水了，抓着马尾巴。这样，就可以把他的南瓜头保持在水面上。
“现在，”蒂普指导木马说，“只要摇动你的两腿，你就会游泳了；只要你游起来，我们就可以到达对岸了。”
木马立刻开始摇动它的两腿，它们真的像对桨一样，把他们慢慢地朝河对岸送去。就这样他们胜利到达了目的地，并立即带着一身水爬上青草岸堤。
蒂普的裤腿和鞋子全湿了，因为木马游得很好，所以他从膝盖以上就全是干的。至于南瓜人呢，所有的衣服都在滴水。
”太阳一会儿就能把我们晒干了，”蒂普说，“而且，我们总算是不用那船工也平安地过了河，又能继续前进了。”
“我一点儿都不在乎游泳，”木马说道。
“我也不在乎，”杰克说。
他们很快又走上了黄砖路。蒂普又帮助南瓜人爬上木马背。
“如果你骑得快，”他说，“风就能帮你把衣服吹干。我拉着马尾巴，跟着你们跑。这样，我们的衣服很快就可以干了，”“那么马就得快跑。”杰克说。
“我一定使劲跑，”木马高兴地回答。
蒂普紧紧抓着木马的尾巴，大声叫道：“前进！”
马一起步就走得很快，蒂普在后边跟着。他相信他们还可以走得更快些，所以就喊道：“跑！”
这时，木马记起这话的意思是命令它跑得越快越好。于是，它开始沿着路大步跑开了。这下可苦了蒂普，为了跟上木马的步子，他得比以前任何时候都跑得快。
一会儿，他就喘不上气来了，虽然他很想对对马喊“停！”，可他发现自己连一个字也说不出来。而他抓的那个尾巴，这时也变成了一根枯树枝，突然从马身上掉了下来，接着男孩立刻摔在路上的尘土里，而那匹马和它的南瓜人骑士仍在飞快地跑着，跑得看不见了。
这时，蒂普才从地上爬起来，吐去嘴里的尘土，这才能喊出“停！”字来。可现在喊也没用了，马已经跑得无影无踪了。
现在，他能做的唯一一件事就是坐下来，好好休息一会儿，然后沿着路继续走下去。
“我总可以赶上他们的，”他想；“因为这条路到翡翠城城门就到终点了，他们也就导停下来了。”
就在这同时，杰克正紧紧地抓着棍子，而木马却像一匹赛马一样拼命飞跑着。他们俩都不知道蒂普已经掉下去了，因为南瓜人没有向四下看，而木马又转不过头来。
杰克骑在马背上发现，路旁的树和草已经变成了鲜艳的绿宝石色了，甚至在看见高高的塔尖和圆屋顶之前，他就猜到他们离翡翠城不太远了。
最后，一堵高高的，镶满绿宝石的绿石头墙出现在他们面前，杰克怕木马不懂得停，撞到墙上去，于是他使出最大的劲喊道：“停！”
马听到命令以后，猛地停了下来，杰克如果不是抓紧了棍子的话，那他的脑袋首先就会被甩出去的，而他那漂亮的脸蛋也就会毁了。
“这可真是一次快跑呀，亲爱的父亲！”他大叫着，可是却听不到回答，转过头去，他才发现蒂普已不在那儿了。
这可把南瓜人弄糊涂了，使他慌张不安。当他正在纳闷男孩子会怎么样和在这样困难的情况下他该怎么办时，绿墙上的大门开了，从里面走出一个人来。
这人又矮又圆，胖胖的脸看上去很是和蔼可亲。他身穿绿衣服，头戴高高的绿尖帽子，眼睛上戴着一副绿眼镜。他向南瓜人鞠躬说道：“我是翡翠城的城门守卫。我可以问问你是谁？有什么事吗？”
“我的名字叫杰克南瓜人，”杰克笑着答道，“至于有什么事嘛，我自己一点儿也不知道。”
门卫奇怪地看着他，摇摇头，好像对这个答复不满意似的。
“你到底是什么？是个人呢还是个南瓜？”他很有礼貌地问道。
“如果你高兴的话，两者都是，”杰克说。
“而这个木马呢，它是活的吗？”门卫问。
木马转转多节的眼睛，又朝杰克眨眨眼，然后一跳，一条腿就踩上了门卫的脚趾。
“啊哟！”那人大叫起来，“对不起，我真不该问那个问题。可你的回答也太使人信服了。不过，先生，你到翡翠城来有什么事吗？”
“好像有些事，”南瓜人严肃地说，“但我不知道是什么。我父亲知道，只是他现在不在。”
“这可真是件怪事——非常奇怪！”门卫说，“但看来你并不着急。如果一般人巨到这种情况时，决不会这样高兴，”“至于这个嘛，”杰克说道，“我不能不笑，因为这是用一把大折刀刻在我脸上的。”
“那好吧，请到我屋里来吧，”门卫说，“让我想想看，能为你做些什么。”
于是，杰克骑着木马穿过门道，走进一间盖在墙里的小屋子。门卫拉了一下铃，立刻有一个非常高大的战士——穿着绿色的军装——从另一道门里走了进来。这个士兵肩上扛着一支长长的绿枪，他那可爱的绿胡须一直拖到膝盖上。门卫马上向他说道：“这儿来了一位奇怪的先生，他不知道为什么要到翡翠城来，也不知道他需要些什么。请你告诉我，我们该拿他怎么办呢？”
绿胡子士兵非常仔细而好奇地打量着杰克。最后，坚决地摇摇头，连也的长胡子都跟着动了起来，说道：“我只能把他交给稻草人陛下。”
“可稻草人陛下又能拿他怎么办呢？”门卫问。
“那就是陛下的事了，”士兵说。“我自己的麻烦事就够多的了，所有外边的麻烦事都只得转给陛下。给他戴上眼镜，我带他上国王宫殿去。”
于是，门卫打开了一个大大的眼镜箱子，想找出一副合适的眼镜戴在杰克的大圆眼睛上。
“我找不到合适的眼镜给他戴，”矮个子叹口气说，“你的头大大了，我只好将眼镜戴在你的头上了。”
“可为什么非要给我戴眼镜呢？”杰克问。
“它是这儿的规矩，”士兵说，“这样，你的眼睛就不会被翡翠城里灿烂的光辉照瞎了，”“噢，原来是这样！”杰克叫道。“那就快给我戴上吧，我真的不想变成瞎子。”
“我也不想成瞎子！”木马说。一双绿色的眼镜很快就戴在那双多节的眼睛上了。
于是，绿胡子士兵领着他们穿过里边的门。他们立刻发现自己已经进入了辉煌的翡翠城的主要街道。
所有美丽的房子和塔的正面都装饰着闪闪发光的绿宝石，而塔楼也全部覆盖着绿宝石。就连那绿色的大理石路面也闪烁着宝石的光芒。
对于一个第一次看到这一切的人来说，这儿真是一个壮丽而奇妙的地方。
然而，南瓜人和木马根本不懂得财富和美丽，所以，他们也没有注意到从绿眼镜里看到的这些奇妙的景象。他们安静地跟在绿胡子士兵后面，根本没有注意到成群的绿色人正在惊讶地盯着他们。当一只绿色的小狗跑出来，冲他们大叫时，木马迅速地用木腿踢了它一下，使那小动物号叫着跑进一间屋里去了。在他们去国王宫殿的路上，再没有发生比这更严重的事故了。
南瓜人想骑着马，顺着绿大理石路，一直去见稻草人陛下，可士兵不允许他这样做。因此，杰克费了好大的劲才下了马，一个侍从把马领到后边去了，这时绿胡子士兵领着南瓜人，从前门进了宫殿。
他这个陌生人被安置在一间布置得很漂亮的会客室里，然后士兵进去通报。稻草人陛下这会儿有空，他正想找点事儿做做，于是，他命令立刻把他的客人带进宫来。
会见这个壮丽城市的统治者对于杰克来说，既不感到害怕，也不感到害羞，因为，他根本不懂得世间的习俗。但是，当他走进屋里，第一次看见稻草人陛下坐在他那闪闪发光的宝座上的时候，他也不免惊讶地楞了一下。
稻草人陛下
杰克南瓜人从来没见过稻草人这样的怪物，对于他这个只有短暂生活经历的人来说，见到翡翠城的这个不平凡的国王，当然就比其他任何人都更感到惊奇。
稻草人陛下穿着一身褪了色的蓝布衣裤，他的头只是一个装满了稻草的小袋子，眼睛，耳朵，鼻子和嘴都是随便画上去的，这就算是一张脸了。衣服里面塞的也是稻草，而且那些稻草塞得是那么的粗心大意，以至于使得陛下的腿和胳膊显得过于臃肿。他的手上戴着带长手指的手套，里面填的是棉花。稻草一小缕一小缕的从国王的衣服、脖子和靴尖上冒了出来。他的头上戴着一顶镶满了闪闪发光的宝石的沉重的金王冠，这沉重的王冠压得他的眉头起了皱纹，使人觉得在这张画成的脸上总有一种沉思的表情。真的，只是戴上这顶王冠才显出陛下的风度，否则。这个稻草人国王只不过是一个普通的稻草人——脆弱无力，丑陋不堪。
但是，如果说稻草人陛下的奇怪模样使杰克感到震惊的话，那么南瓜人的模样同样使稻草人感到惊奇。紫色的裤子、粉色的背心还有那件松松垮垮地盖过蒂普制作的关节上的衬衣，那个在南瓜上刻出来的总是在微笑的脸。
起初，陛下真的以为他那奇怪的客人在嘲笑，并且对于这种放肆的行为感到非常气愤，因为他已被公认是奥茨国土上最聪明的人了。他又仔细看了看他的客人，这才发现。杰克的笑脸是刻出来的，即使他想严肃也严肃不起来。
国王细细看了杰克几分钟之后，用一种好奇的语调说道：“你是从地球的什么地方来的，你怎么会变成活的呢？”
“对不起，陛下，”南瓜人回答道，“我听不懂您的话。”
“你不懂什么呢？”稻草人问。
“我不懂你的语言。你知道，我来自吉利金斯国，我是一个外国人。”
“噢，当然罗！”稻草人叫道，“我自己讲的是曼基肯的语言，这也是翡翠城的语言。可是你呢，我想，你大概讲南瓜人的语言吧？”
“确实是这样的，尊敬的陛下，”另一位鞠躬答道，“所以说。我们要想互相听懂是不可能的。”
“这可太令人遗憾了，”稻草人沉思地说道。“我们必须有一个翻译才行。”
“什么是翻译呢？”杰克问。
“就是一个既懂得我的语言又懂得你的语言的人。当我说话时，这个翻译能告诉你，我说了些什么；而当你说话时，他又会告诉我你在讲什么。因为这个翻译能讲两种语言而且懂得它们。”
“那当然是个聪明的主意，”杰克说，他非常高兴，用这么简单的方法就可以解决这个难题。
于是，稻草人命令绿胡子士兵去在他的臣民中找出一个既懂吉利金斯语又懂翡翠城语的人，并立刻将这人带来。
当士兵离去以后，稻草人说道：
“我们等他的时候，你不想坐一会儿吗？”
“尊敬的陛下，您忘了，我听不懂您的话吗，”南瓜人答道。“如果您希望我坐下来，那您就必须作个手势让我这样做才行。”
稻草人从他的宝座上走下来，搬了一把椅子，放在南瓜人的身后。然后，他猛地推了杰克一下，这一下推得太猛，以至杰克扑通一下就摔坐在垫子上，身体折得像把折刀似的，他费了好大劲才使自己又直起来。
“现在你懂得那个手势了吗？”陛下很有礼貌地问道。
“完全懂了，”杰克说，他抬起手来将自己的头转到前面来，刚才那南瓜在那根支撑它的棍子上转到后边去了。
“看来你是被草率制成的，”稻草人说道，眼睛望着杰克在努力把自己弄直。
“是的，跟尊敬的陛下您差不多，”杰克这样坦率地答道。
“可在我们之间有一点不同之处，”稻草人说，“那就是我能弯下去，却不会断，而你要弯下去，那就会折断。”
正在这时，士兵领着一个小姑娘来了，她看上去非常可爱和有礼貌，长着一张漂亮的脸蛋和一双美丽的绿眼睛与绿头发。一件轻巧的绿色绸裙盖过她的膝盖，露出绣着嫩绿色的豌豆荚的长统丝袜，绿缎子拖鞋上结的不是蝴蝶结或鞋扣，而是一束束的莴苣。在她的丝背心上绣着苜蓿的叶子，她穿着一件漂亮时髦的缀着闪光绿宝石的小夹克。
“哦，这不是小吉丽亚?詹姆吗！”当那绿色的小姑娘在他面前低下美丽的头鞠躬时，稻草人说道。“你懂吉利金斯语吗，亲爱的？”
“是的，尊敬的陛下，她答道，“因为我生在北部国家。 "
“那么你来做我们的翻译吧，”稻草人说，“你把我说的一切都解释给这个南瓜人听，再把他说的一切都解释给我听。这样安排该满意了吧？”他转过头去问客人道。
“非常满意，”客人答道。
“那么就开始吧”稻草人转向吉丽亚，“问问他，他到翡翠城来做什么？”
可是小姑娘并不说这句话，她眼睛盯着杰克说：“你当然是一个惊人的创造。你是谁制作的？”
“一个叫蒂普的男孩子，”杰克答道。
“他说的什么？”稻草人问。“我的耳朵一定欺骗了我。他说什么？”
“他说，陛下的脑子看来有些不管用了，”女孩子一本正经地答道。
稻草人不高兴地坐上他的宝座，并用左手支撑着自己的头。
“能懂两种不同的语言该有多好呀，”稻草人困惑地说道。“问问他，我亲爱的，他是否反对由于侮辱了翡翠城的统治者而被关进监狱里去。”
“我没有侮辱你！”杰克愤怒地反抗道。
“嘘——嘘！”稻草人警告说，“你不要这么轻率地插话，等着吉丽亚把我的话翻译了你再说，要不我们要翻译干什么呢？”
“好吧，我等着，”南瓜人用阴郁的声音答道，虽然他的脸像平时一样和蔼地在微笑。“翻译他的话吧，小姑娘。”
“陛下问你饿不饿”。吉丽亚说。
“啊，一点儿都不饿！”杰克高兴地说，“因为我不可能吃东西。”
“我也一样不能吃，”稻草人说。“他说什么，吉丽亚，我亲爱的？”
“他问您是否知道，您的一只眼睛比另一只画得大些，”小姑娘调皮地说道。
“你别信她的话，尊敬的陛下，”杰克大叫起来。
“啊，是的，我不信，”稻草人平静地答道。然后，他警觉地盯着小姑娘问道：“你当真懂得吉利金斯和曼基肯两种语言吗？”
“当然懂得，尊敬的陛下，”吉丽亚?詹姆说道，并使劲忍住不在国王面前笑出来。
“那么，怎么我好像自己就能听懂它们呢？”稻草人问。
“因为它们本来就是同一种语言！”小姑娘宣布道，忍不住高兴地大笑起来。“难道尊敬的陛下您不知道，在奥茨国土上只讲一种语言吗？”
“真是这样的吗？”稻草人大叫起来，听到这儿才松了一口气，“那我自己就可以当自己的翻译了！”
“这都得怪我，尊敬的陛下，”杰克说，他看上去更傻了，“我以为，既然我们来自不同的国家，那我们一定讲不同的语”这是对你的一个警告，以后别再自以为是了。 ”稻草人严肃地说。“因为，除非你完全想清楚了，否则就最好当哑巴——而你就最像这样的角色。 "
“我是的！业比皇钦庋蹦瞎先送獾馈?
“依我看呀，”稻草人更温和地继续说下去，“你的制造者弄坏好材料造出一个废物。”
“我同意你的高见，尊敬的陛下，我并没有请谁来制造呀。”杰克答道。
“嗯！我也是这样的，”国王高兴地说。“那么，既然我们与所有平常人不一样，就让我们成为好朋友吧。”
“完全同意！”杰克高兴得大叫起来。
“什么！你有心脏吗？”稻草人惊奇地问道。
“没有，这只是一种想象一我可以说，这是一种说话的方法，”另一位答道。
“好，你最突出的特点是一个木头形体，所以，我劝你抑制你的想象力，既然你没有大脑，你就没有权做这种练习，”稻草人告诫道。
“是的