After a few hours the road began to be rough, and walking grew so difficult that the Scarecrow often stumbled over the yellow bricks, which were here very uneven.
Sometimes, indded, they were broken or missing altogether, leaving holes that Toto jumped acaross and Dorothy wlaked around.
As for the Scarecrow, having no brains, he walked straight ahead,
and so stepped into the holes and fell at full lenght on the hard bricks.
It never hurt him, however, and Dorothy would pick him up and set him upon his feet again,
while he joined her in laughing merrily at his own mishap.
The farms were not nearly so well cared for here as they farther back.
There were fewer houses and fewer fruit trees, and the farther they went the more dismal and longsome the country became.
At noon they sat down by the roadside, near a little brook, and Dorothy opened her basket and got out some bread.
She offered a piece to the Scarecrow, but he refused.
'I am never hungry,' he said. 'and it is a lucky thing I am not, for my mouth is only painted,
and if I should cut a hole in it so I could eat, the straw I am stuffed with would come out, and that would spoil the shape of my head.'
Doroty saw at once that this was true, so she only nodded and went on eating her bread.
Tell me something about yourself and the country you came from,' said the Scarecrow.' when she had finished her dinner.
So she told him all about Kansas, and how gray everything was there, and how the cyclone had carried her to the queer Land of Oz.