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But the Tin Woodman caught the dog in his arms and held him tight, while he called to the mice, “Come back!

So they picked up Toto and put the dog in Dorothy’s lap, and then they made a chair with their hands for the seat and their arms for the arms and carried the sleeping girl between them through the flowers.

You ought to be ashamed of yourself, a big beast like you, to bite a poor little dog!”

“He is my dog, Toto,” answered Dorothy.