Oct 10, 2026 · 4 hr 39 min · 64 segments
Ozma of Oz, a captivating tale by L. Frank Baum, invites listeners into the enchanting world of Oz through a dramatic reading that brings its whimsical characters and adventures to life. This…
It was lucky for Dorothy, I think, that the storm subsided.
Otherwise, brave though she was, I fear she might have perished.
Many children in her place would have wept and given way to despair.
But because Dorothy had encountered so many adventures and come safely through them, it did not occur to her at this time to be especially afraid.
She was wet and uncomfortable, it is true, but after sighing that one sigh I told you of, she managed to recall some of her customary cheerfulness and decided to patiently await whatever her fate might be.
By and by, the black clouds rolled away and showed a blue sky overhead, with a silver moon shining sweetly in the middle of it, and little stars winked merrily at Dorothy when she looked their way.
The coop did not toss around anymore but rode the waves more gently, almost like a cradle rocking, so that the floor upon which Dorothy stood was no longer swept by water coming through the slats.
Seeing this, and being quite exhausted by the excitement of the past few hours, the little girl decided that sleep would be the best thing to restore her strength, and the easiest way in which she could pass the time.
The floor was damp, and she was herself wringing wet, but fortunately this was a warm climate, and she did not feel at all cold.
So she sat down in a corner of the coop, leaned her back against the slats, nodded at the friendly stars before she closed her eyes, and was asleep in half a minute.
End chapter one.
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Chapter two, The Yellow Hen.
A strange noise awoke Dorothy, who opened her eyes to find that day had dawned, and the sun was shining brightly in a clear sky.
She had been dreaming that she was back in Kansas again, and playing in the old barnyard with the calves and pigs and chickens all around her.
And at first, as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she really imagined she was there.
Kup, kup, kup, kada, kup, kup, kup, kup, kada, kup.
Ah, here again was the strange noise that had awakened her.
Surely it was a hen cackling.
But her wide-open eyes first saw, through the slats of the coop, the blue waves of the ocean, now calm and placid, and her thoughts flew back to the past night so full of danger and discomfort.
Also she began to remember she was a waif of the storm, adrift upon a treacherous and unknown sea.
Kup, kup, kup, kada, kup.
It was lucky for Dorothy, I think, that the storm subsided.
Otherwise, brave though she was, I fear she might have perished.
Many children in her place would have wept and given way to despair.
But because Dorothy had encountered so many adventures and come safely through them, it did not occur to her at this time to be especially afraid.
She was wet and uncomfortable, it is true, but after sighing that one sigh I told you of, she managed to recall some of her customary cheerfulness and decided to patiently await whatever her fate might be.
By and by, the black clouds rolled away and showed a blue sky overhead, with a silver moon shining sweetly in the middle of it, and little stars winked merrily at Dorothy when she looked their way.
The coop did not toss around anymore but rode the waves more gently, almost like a cradle rocking, so that the floor upon which Dorothy stood was no longer swept by water coming through the slats.
Seeing this, and being quite exhausted by the excitement of the past few hours, the little girl decided that sleep would be the best thing to restore her strength, and the easiest way in which she could pass the time.
The floor was damp, and she was herself wringing wet, but fortunately this was a warm climate, and she did not feel at all cold.
So she sat down in a corner of the coop, leaned her back against the slats, nodded at the friendly stars before she closed her eyes, and was asleep in half a minute.
End chapter one.
For more information, or to find out how you can volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Ozma of Oz by L. Frank Baum.
Chapter two, The Yellow Hen.
A strange noise awoke Dorothy, who opened her eyes to find that day had dawned, and the sun was shining brightly in a clear sky.
She had been dreaming that she was back in Kansas again, and playing in the old barnyard with the calves and pigs and chickens all around her.
And at first, as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes, she really imagined she was there.
Kup, kup, kup, kada, kup, kup, kup, kup, kada, kup.
Ah, here again was the strange noise that had awakened her.
Surely it was a hen cackling.
But her wide-open eyes first saw, through the slats of the coop, the blue waves of the ocean, now calm and placid, and her thoughts flew back to the past night so full of danger and discomfort.
Also she began to remember she was a waif of the storm, adrift upon a treacherous and unknown sea.
Kup, kup, kup, kada, kup.
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