“My life has been so short that I really know nothing whatever. I was only made day before yesterday. What happened in the world before that time is all unknown to me. Luckily, when the farmer made my head, one of the first things he did was to paint my ears, so that I heard what was going on. There was another Munchkin with him, and the first thing I heard was the farmer saying, ‘How do you like those ears?’

“ ‘They aren’t straight,’ answered the other.

“ ‘Never mind,’ said the farmer. ‘They are ears just the same,’ which was true enough.

“ ‘Now I’ll make the eyes,’ said the farmer. So he painted my right eye, and as soon as it was finished I found myself looking at him and at everything around me with a great deal of curiosity, for this was my first glimpse of the world.

“ ‘That’s a rather pretty eye,’ remarked the Munchkin who was watching the farmer. ‘Blue paint is just the color for eyes.’