Puff! A great cloud of smoke rolled over the bed and completely hid him from view.

When the smoke rolled away, both Blinkie and the King saw that the body of the stranger had quite disappeared, while in his place, crouching in the middle of the bed, was a little gray grasshopper.
One curious thing about this grasshopper was that the last joint of its left leg was made of wood.

Another curious thing--considering it was a grasshopper--was that it began talking, crying out in a tiny but sharp voice: "Here--you people! What do you mean by treating me so?
Put me back where I belong, at once, or you'll be sorry!" The cruel King turned pale at hearing the grasshopper's threats, but the Wicked Witch merely laughed in derision.

Then she raised her stick and aimed a vicious blow at the grasshopper, but before the stick struck the bed the tiny hopper made a marvelous jump--marvelous, indeed, when we consider that it had a wooden leg.

It rose in the air and sailed across the room and passed right through the open window, where it disappeared from their view.
"Good!" shouted the King.