Kabumpo in Oz
"How fortunate we are unbreakable," said the Scarecrow, pressing her cotton fingers convulsively and trying to peer out through the intense blackness of the room. "What happened?"
"Earthquake!" shivered Scraps. "And maybe it's not over!"
"Must have knocked everybody silly," said the Scarecrow huskily.
"Except us," giggled the Patch Work Girl. "We couldn't be knocked silly ‘cause we were silly in the first place."
"Now, don't make jokes, please," begged the Scarecrow. "This is serious. Besides, I want to think."
"All right," said Scraps cheerfully. "I don't—but I'm going to feel around and see if I can find the matches. There used to be some candles on the mantel and—" As she spoke, Scraps fell headlong over Sir Hokus of Pokes and as luck would have it her cotton fingers closed over a small gold match box. Picking herself up carefully, Scraps struck a match on Sir Hokus' armor and looked anxiously around the room.
"They need water," said the Patch Work Girl, wrinkling up her patchwork forehead.
"So will you if you don't blow out that match!" cried the Scarecrow in alarm, for Scraps continued to
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