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The Cyclone

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Questions

1) Why is this chapter called "The Cyclone"?

2) Who does Dorothy live with?

3) What color is associated with the landscape where Dorothy lives?

4) What saved Dorothy from growing as gray as her surroundings?

5) What does "ripple" mean in the quote below?

"From the far north they heard a low wail of the wind, and Uncle Henry and Dorothy could see where the long grass bowed in waves before the coming storm. There now came a sharp whistling in the air from the south, and as they turned their eyes that way they saw ripples in the grass coming from that direction also."

6) Which phrase can help determine the meaning of "ripple" in the quote?

"From the far north they heard a low wail of the wind, and Uncle Henry and Dorothy could see where the long grass bowed in waves before the coming storm. There now came a sharp whistling in the air from the south, and as they turned their eyes that way they saw ripples in the grass coming from that direction also."

7) Why does Aunt Em tell Dorothy to run for the cellar?

8) What does "center" mean in this quote?

"The north and south winds met where the house stood, and made it the exact center of the cyclone."

9) After some time passes, how does Dorothy feel when she is whirled around by the cyclone?

10) What does "swaying" mean in this context?

"In spite of the swaying of the house and the wailing of the wind, Dorothy soon closed her eyes and fell fast asleep."

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Question #4

What does "dwelling" mean in this quote?

"The houses of the Munchkins were odd–looking dwellings, for each was round, with a big dome for a roof. All were painted blue, for in this country of the East blue was the favorite color."





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Question #3

What does "release" mean in this quote?

"The Tin Woodman gave a sigh of satisfaction and lowered his axe, which he leaned against the tree. 'This is a great comfort,' he said. 'I have been holding that axe in the air ever since I rusted, and I'm glad to be able to put it down at last. Now, if you will oil the joints of my legs, I shall be all right once more.'"





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Question #5

What does "dreadful" mean in this quote?

"'What are the Kalidahs?' asked the girl.
'They are monstrous beasts with bodies like bears and heads like tigers,' replied the Lion, 'and with claws so long and sharp that they could tear me in two as easily as I could kill Toto. I'm terribly afraid of the Kalidahs.'
'I'm not surprised that you are,' returned Dorothy. 'They must be dreadful beasts.' "





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Uncle Henry never laughed. He worked hard from morning till night and did not know what joy was. He was gray also, from his long beard to his rough boots, and he looked stern and solemn, and rarely spoke.

It was Toto that made Dorothy laugh, and saved her from growing as gray as her other surroundings. Toto was not gray; he was a little black dog, with long silky hair and small black eyes that twinkled merrily on either side of his funny, wee nose. Toto played all day long, and Dorothy played with him, and loved him dearly.

Today, however, they were not playing. Uncle Henry sat upon the doorstep and looked anxiously at the sky, which was even grayer than usual. Dorothy stood in the door with Toto in her arms, and looked at the sky too. Aunt Em was washing the dishes.

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She was awakened by a shock, so sudden and severe that if Dorothy had not been lying on the soft bed she might have been hurt. As it was, the jar made her catch her breath and wonder what had happened; and Toto put his cold little nose into her face and whined dismally. Dorothy sat up and noticed that the house was not moving; nor was it dark, for the bright sunshine came in at the window, flooding the little room. She sprang from her bed and with Toto at her heels ran and opened the door.

The little girl gave a cry of amazement and looked about her, her eyes growing bigger and bigger at the wonderful sights she saw.

The cyclone had set the house down very gently––for a cyclone––in the midst of a country of marvelous beauty. There were lovely patches of greensward all about, with stately trees bearing rich and luscious fruits. Banks of gorgeous flowers were on every hand, and birds with rare and brilliant plumage sang and fluttered in the trees and bushes. A little way off was a small brook, rushing and sparkling along between green banks, and murmuring in a voice very grateful to a little girl who had lived so long on the dry, gray prairies.

While she stood looking eagerly at the strange and beautiful sights, she noticed coming toward her a group of the queerest people she had ever seen. They were not as big as the grown folk she had always been used to; but neither were they very small. In fact, they seemed about as tall as Dorothy, who was a well–grown child for her age, although they were, so far as looks go, many years older.