"In that hollow place," said Dorothy, "I want to hide a lot of
monkeys about three inches high, and after the cake is placed on the
banquet table, I want the monkeys to break through the frosting and
dance around on the table-cloth. Then, I want each monkey to cut out
a piece of cake and hand it to a guest."
"Mercy me!" cried the little Wizard, as he chuckled with laughter.
"Is that ALL you want, Dorothy?"
"Almost," said she. "Can you think of anything more the little
monkeys can do, Wizard?"
"Not just now," he replied. "But where will you get such tiny monkeys?"
"That's where you're to help me," said Dorothy. "In some of those
wild forests in the Gillikin Country are lots of monkeys."
"Big ones," said the Wizard.
"Well, you and I will go there, and we'll get some of the big
monkeys, and you will make them small--just three inches high--by
means of your magic, and we'll put the little monkeys all in a basket
and bring them home with us. Then you'll train them to dance--up here
in your room, where no one can see them--and on Ozma's birthday we'll
put 'em into the cake and they'll know by that time just what to do.
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