"One minute I was outside of Oz--and the next minute I was inside! That was enough to give me a nervous shock, as you may guess; but to find myself able to talk, as Betsy does, is a marvel that staggers me." "That is because you are in the Land of Oz," said the Sawhorse.

"All animals talk, in this favored country, and you must admit it is more sociable than to bray your dreadful 'hee-haw,' which nobody can understand." "Mules understand it very well," declared Hank.
"Oh, indeed! Then there must be other mules in your outside world," said the Tiger, yawning sleepily.
"There are a great many in America," said Hank.

"Are you the only Tiger in Oz ?" "No," acknowledged the Tiger, "I have many relatives living in the Jungle Country; but I am the only Tiger living in the Emerald City." "There are other Lions, too," said the Sawhorse; "but I am the only horse, of any description, in this favored Land." "That is why this Land is favored," said the Tiger.

"You must understand, friend Hank, that the Sawhorse puts on airs because he is shod with plates of gold, and because our beloved Ruler, Ozma of Oz, likes to ride upon his back." "Betsy rides upon my back," declared Hank proudly.
"Who is Betsy ?" "The dearest, sweetest girl in all the world!" The Sawhorse gave an angry snort and stamped his golden feet.

The Tiger crouched and growled.