"I can't wait for you to
explain this one."
"Let me explain," said the Tin Woodman. "The Scarecrow and myself are
probably the only ones here who are not ticklish, so we're not concerned
about traveling through Tickleland. But for you it will be an ordeal,
believe me."
"An ordeal?" said Dorothy.
"I'm afraid so," replied the Tin Woodman. "You see, Tickleland is filled
with Ticklemonsters. They are cousins of the Octapong; and whereas the
Octapong have eight feet, the Ticklemonsters have eight arms, and that
makes forty fingers to tickle you with if they catch you."
"Oh my goodness!" said Dorothy.
"You can imagine what it's like to be tickled all over at the same
time," said the Scarecrow.
"Why on earth do they do that?" asked Dorothy. "And how can you get them
to stop?"
"Well," said the Tin Woodman. "The reason they do it is quite simple:
they do it for food, and the reason --"
"For food?" interrupted Dorothy. "Now you've lost me. What on earth has
food got to do with it?"
"Well, they don't eat solid food like you do," said the Tin Woodman.
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