At first the little creatures, many though they were, could hardly
stir the heavily loaded truck; but the Woodman and the Scarecrow both
pushed from behind, and they got along better. Soon they rolled the Lion
out of the poppy bed to the green fields, where he could breathe the
sweet, fresh air again, instead of the poisonous scent of the flowers.
Dorothy came to meet them and thanked the little mice warmly for
saving her companion from death. She had grown so fond of the big Lion she
was glad he had been rescued.
Then the mice were unharnessed from the truck and scampered away
through the grass to their homes. The Queen of the Mice was the last to
leave.