'Yes. The Owl is tin, so you couldn't possibly eat him. The Canary is a fairy – Polychrome, the Daughter of the Rainbow – and you never could catch her because she can easily fly out of your reach.'
'There still remains the Green Monkey,' remarked the Jaguar hungrily. 'He is neither made of tin nor stuffed with straw, nor can he fly. I'm pretty good at climbing trees, myself, so I think I'll capture the Monkey and eat him for my breakfast.'
Woot the Monkey, hearing this speech from his perch on the tree, became much frightened, for he knew the nature of jaguars and realized they could climb trees and leap from limb to limb with the agility of cats. So he at once began to scamper through the forest as fast as he could go, catching at a branch with his long monkey arms and swinging his green body through space to grasp another branch in a neighboring tree, and so on, while the Jaguar followed him from below, his eyes fixed steadfastly on his prey. But presently Woot got his feet tangled in the Lace Apron, which he was still wearing, and that tripped him in his flight and made him fall to the ground, where the Jaguar placed one huge paw upon him and said grimly:
I've got you, now!'
The fact that the Apron had tripped him made Woot remember its magic powers, and in his terror he cried out: 'Open!' without stopping to consider how this command might save him. But, at the word, the earth opened at the exact spot where he lay under the Jaguar's paw, and his body sank downward, the earth closing over it again. The last thing Woot the Monkey saw, as he glanced upward, was the Jaguar peering into the hole in astonishment.
'He's gone!' cried the beast, with a long-drawn sigh of disappointment; 'he's gone, and now I shall have no breakfast.'
The clatter of the Tin Owl's wings sounded above him, and the little Brown Bear came trotting up and asked:
'Where is the monkey? Have you eaten him so quickly?'
'No, indeed,' answered the Jaguar. 'He disappeared into the earth before I could take one bite of him!'
And now the Canary perched upon a stump, a little way from the forest beast, and said:
'I am glad our friend has escaped you; but, as it is natural for a hungry beast to wish his breakfast, I will try to give you one.'
'Thank you,' replied the Jaguar. 'You're rather small for a full meal, but it's kind of you to sacrifice yourself to my appetite.'
'Oh, I don't intend to be eaten, I assure you,' said the Canary, 'but as I am a fairy I know something of magic, and though I am now transformed into a bird's shape, I am sure I can conjure up a breakfast that will satisfy you.'
'If you can work magic, why don't you break the enchantment you are under and return to your proper form?' inquired the beast doubtingly.
'I haven't the power to do that,' answered the Canary, 'for Mrs. Yoop, the Giantess who transformed me, used a peculiar form of yookoohoo magic that is unknown to me. However, she could not deprive me of my own fairy knowledge, so I will try to get you a breakfast.'
'Do you think a magic breakfast would taste good, or relieve the pangs of hunger I now suffer?' asked the Jaguar.
'I am sure it would. What would you like to eat?'
'Give me a couple of fat rabbits,' said the beast.
'Rabbits! No, indeed. I'd not allow you to eat the dear little things,' declared Polychrome the Canary.
'Well, three or four squirrels, then,' pleaded the Jaguar.
'Do you think me so cruel?' demanded the Canary, indignantly. 'The squirrels are my especial friends.'
'How about a plump owl?' asked the beast. 'Not a tin one, you know, but a real meat owl.'
'Neither beast nor bird shall you have,' said Polychrome in a positive voice.
'Give me a fish, then; there's a river a little way off,' proposed the Jaguar.
'No living thing shall be sacrificed to feed you,' returned the Canary.
'Then what in the world do you expect me to eat?' said the Jaguar in a scornful tone.
'How would mush-and-milk do?' asked the Canary.
The Jaguar snarled in derision and lashed his tail against the ground angrily
'Give him some scrambled eggs on toast, Poly,' suggested the Bear Scarecrow. 'He ought to like that.'
'I will,' responded the Canary, and fluttering her wings she made a flight of three circles around the stump. Then she flew up to a tree and the Bear and the Owl and the Jaguar saw that upon the stump had appeared a great green leaf upon which was a large portion of scrambled eggs on toast, smoking hot.
'There!' said the Bear; 'eat your breakfast, friend Jaguar, and be content.'
The Jaguar crept closer to the stump and sniffed the fragrance of the scrambled eggs. They smelled so good that he tasted them, and they tasted so good that he ate the strange meal in a hurry, proving he had been really hungry.
'I prefer rabbits,' he muttered, licking his chops, 'but I must admit the magic breakfast has filled my stomach full, and brought me comfort. So I'm much obliged for the kindness, little Fairy, and I'll now leave you in peace.'
Saying this, he plunged into the thick underbrush and soon disappeared, although they could hear his great body crashing through the bushes until he was far distant.
'That was a good way to get rid of the savage beast, Poly,' said the Tin Woodman to the Canary; 'but I'm surprised that you didn't give our friend Woot a magic breakfast, when you knew he was hungry.'
'The reason for that,' answered Polychrome, 'was that my mind was so intent on other things that I quite forgot my power to produce food by magic. But where is the monkey boy?'
'Gone!' said the Scarecrow Bear, solemnly. 'The earth has swallowed him up.'
Chapter Nine
The Quarrelsome Dragons
The Green Monkey sank gently into the earth for a little way and then tumbled swiftly through space, landing on a rocky floor with a thump that astonished him. Then he sat up, found that no bones were broken, and gazed around him.
He seemed to be in a big underground cave, which was dimly lighted by dozens of big round discs that looked like moons. They were not moons, however, as Woot discovered when he had examined the place more carefully. They were eyes. The eyes were in the heads of enormous beasts whose bodies trailed far behind them. Each beast was bigger than an elephant, and three times as long, and there were a dozen or more of the creatures scattered here and there about the cavern. On their bodies were big scales, as round as pie-plates, which were beautifully tinted in shades of green, purple and orange. On the ends of their long tails were clusters of jewels. Around the great, moon-like eyes were circles of diamonds which sparkled in the subdued light that glowed from the eyes.
Woot saw that the creatures had wide mouths and rows of terrible teeth and, from tales he had heard of such beings, he knew he had fallen into a cavern inhabited by the great Dragons that had been driven from the surface of the earth and were only allowed to come out once in a hundred years to search for food. Of course he had never seen Dragons before, yet there was no mistaking them, for they were unlike any other living creatures.
Woot sat upon the floor where he had fallen, staring around, and the owners of the big eyes returned his look, silently and motionless. Finally one of the Dragons which was farthest away from him asked, in a deep, grave voice:
'What was that?'
And the greatest Dragon of all, who was just in front of the Green Monkey, answered in a still deeper
