"I'm sure they do their best," said Dorothy, "but they are busy teaching reading, writing and arithmetic."
"Well, I don't see much hope," said the Girrephalump.
"Yes, mortals are sort of locked into their ways of thinking," said Dorothy.
"Perhaps when you get back to Kansas, you could write a book about your experiences in Oz," said the Girrephalump. "Then children who read it will know that there's a place where no one really hurts anyone. And perhaps they will treat each other a lot better. And when they grow up they will be loving and kind to one another too, so that your country will be as happy a place as Oz."
"That's an excellent idea," said Dorothy, though she knew that she was far too young to write a whole book by herself and would have to confide in an adult for help.
"Well, here we are at Octapongland," said the Girrephalump. "My, I've talked a lot," he said. "And do you know, my throat isn't sore."
"That's wonderful," replied Dorothy.
"I really enjoyed meeting you, Dorothy," he said. "I've learned a lot. I hope I'll see you again soon."
Dorothy put her arms around his neck and kissed him. He sat down slowly while Dorothy slid down his back to the ground.
"Now everyone stick close together," called out the lion, and walk quickly. The Octapong are very sneaky, so be alert."