scallops and points. The gentlemen-donkeys wore high pointed caps set between their great ears, and the lady- donkeys wore sunbonnets with holes cut in the top for the ears to stick through. But they had no other clothing except their hairy skins, although many wore gold and silver bangles on their front wrists and bands of different metals on their rear ankles. When they were kicking they had braced themselves with their front legs, but now they all stood or sat upright on their hind legs and used the front ones as arms. Having no fingers or hands the beasts were rather clumsy, as you may guess; but Dorothy was surprised to observe how many things they could do with their stiff, heavy hoofs.
Some of the donkeys were white, some were brown, or gray, or black, or spotted; but their hair was sleek and smooth and their broad collars and caps gave them a neat, if whimsical, appearance.
'This is a nice way to welcome visitors, I must say!' remarked the shaggy man, in a reproachful tone.
'Oh, we did not mean to be impolite,' replied a grey donkey which had not spoken before. 'But you were not expected, nor did you send in your visiting cards, as it is proper to do.'
'There is some truth in that,' admitted the shaggy man; 'but, now you are informed that we are important and distinguished travelers, I trust you will accord us proper consideration.'
These big words delighted the donkeys, and made them bow to the shaggy man with great respect. Said the grey one:
'You shall be taken before his great and glorious Majesty King Kik-a-bray, who will greet you as becomes your exalted stations.'
'That's right,' answered Dorothy. 'Take us to some one who knows something.'
'Oh, we all know something, my child, or we shouldn't be donkeys,' asserted the grey one, with dignity. 'The word 'donkey' means 'clever,' you know.'
'I didn't know it,' she replied. 'I thought it meant 'stupid'.'
'Not at all, my child. If you will look in the Encyclopedia Donkaniara you will find I'm correct. But come; I will myself lead you before our splendid, exalted, and most intellectual ruler.'
All donkeys love big words, so it is no wonder the grey one used so many of them.
7. The Shaggy Man's Transformation
They found the houses of the town all low and square and built of bricks, neatly whitewashed inside and out. The houses were not set in rows, forming regular streets, but placed here and there in a haphazard manner which made it puzzling for a stranger to find his way.
'Stupid people must have streets and numbered houses in their cities, to guide them where to go,' observed the grey donkey, as he walked before the visitors on his hind legs, in an awkward but comical manner; 'but clever donkeys know their way about without such absurd marks. Moreover, a mixed city is much prettier than one with straight streets.'
Dorothy did not agree with this, but she said nothing to contradict it. Presently she saw a sign on a house that read: 'Madam de Fayke, Hoofist,' and she asked their conductor:
'What's a 'hoofist,' please?'
'One who reads your fortune in your hoofs,' replied the grey donkey.
'Oh, I see,' said the little girl. 'You are quite civilized here.'
'Dunkiton,' he replied, 'is the center of the world's highest civilization.'
They came to a house where two youthful donkeys were whitewashing the wall, and Dorothy stopped a moment to watch them. They dipped the ends of their tails, which were much like paint-brushes, into a pail of whitewash, backed up against the house, and wagged their tails right and left until the whitewash was rubbed on the wall, after which they dipped these funny brushes in the pail again and repeated the performance.
'That must be fun,' said Button-Bright.
'No, it's work,' replied the old donkey; 'but we make our youngsters do all the whitewashing, to keep them out of mischief.'
'Don't they go to school?' asked Dorothy.
'All donkeys are born wise,' was the reply, 'so the only school we need is the school of experience. Books are only for those who know nothing, and so are obliged to learn things from other people.'
'In other words, the more stupid one is, the more he thinks he knows,' observed the shaggy man. The grey donkey paid no attention to this speech because he had just stopped before a house which had painted over the doorway a pair of hoofs, with a donkey tail between them and a rude crown and sceptre above.
'I'll see if his magnificent Majesty King Kik-a-bray is at home,' said he. He lifted his head and called 'Whee-haw! whee-haw! whee-haw!' three times, in a shocking voice, turning about and kicking with his heels against the panel of the door. For a time there was no reply; then the door opened far enough to permit a donkey's head to stick out and look at them.
It was a white head, with big, awful ears and round, solemn eyes.
'Have the foxes gone?' it asked, in a trembling voice.
'They haven't been here, most stupendous Majesty,' replied the grey one. 'The new arrivals prove to be travelers of distinction.'
'Oh,' said the King, in a relieved tone of voice. 'Let them come in.'
He opened the door wide, and the party marched into a big room, which, Dorothy thought, looked quite unlike a king's palace. There were mats of woven grasses on the floor and the place was clean and neat; but his Majesty had no other furniture at all – perhaps because he didn't need it. He squatted down in the center of the room and a little brown donkey ran and brought a big gold crown which it placed on the monarch's head, and a golden staff with a jeweled ball at the end of it, which the King held between his front hoofs as he sat upright.
'Now then,' said his Majesty, waving his long ears gently to and fro, 'tell me why you are here, and what you expect me to do for you.' He eyed Button-Bright rather sharply, as if afraid of the little boy's queer head, though it was the shaggy man who undertook to reply.
'Most noble and supreme ruler of Dunkiton,' he said, trying not to laugh in the solemn King's face, 'we are strangers traveling through your dominions and have entered your magnificent city because the road led through it, and there was no way to go around. All we desire is to pay our respects to your Majesty – the cleverest king in all the world, I'm sure – and then to continue on our way.'
This polite speech pleased the King very much; indeed, it pleased him so much that it proved an unlucky speech for the shaggy man. Perhaps the Love Magnet helped to win his Majesty's affections as well as the flattery, but however this may be, the white donkey looked kindly upon the speaker and said:
'Only a donkey should be able to use such fine, big words, and you are too wise and admirable in all ways to be a mere man. Also, I feel that I love you as well as I do my own favored people, so I will bestow upon you the greatest gift within my power – a donkey's head.'
As he spoke he waved his jeweled staff. Although the shaggy man cried out and tried to leap backward and escape, it proved of no use. Suddenly his own head was gone and a donkey head appeared in its place – a brown, shaggy head so absurd and droll that Dorothy and Polly both broke into merry laughter, and even Button-Bright's fox face wore a smile.
'Dear me! dear me!' cried the shaggy man, feeling of his shaggy new head and his long ears. 'What a misfortune – what a great misfortune! Give me back my own head, you stupid king – if you love me at all!'
'Don't you like it?' asked the King, surprised.
'Hee-haw! I hate it! Take it away, quick!' said the shaggy man.
'But I can't do that,' was the reply. 'My magic works only one way. I can DO things, but I can't UNdo them. You'll have to find the Truth Pond, and bathe in its water, in order to get back your own head. But I advise you not to do that. This head is much more beautiful than the old one.'
'That's a matter of taste,' said Dorothy.
'Where is the Truth Pond?' asked the shaggy man, earnestly.
'Somewhere in the Land of Oz; but just the exact location of it I can not tell,' was the answer.
'Don't worry, Shaggy Man,' said Dorothy, smiling because her friend wagged his new ears so comically. 'If the Truth Pond is in Oz, we'll be sure to find it when we get there.'
