"You are, indeed," agreed his Majesty.
    "If you will permit me to seat myself in your august company," continued the 
stranger, "I will gladly relate my history, so that you will be better able to comprehend 
my unusual - may I say remarkable? -appearance."
    "You may say what you please," answered the Tin Woodman, briefly.
    So the Woggle-Bug sat down upon the grass, facing the little group of wanderers, and 
told them the following story:
    
    
    A Highly Magnified History
    
    "It is but honest that I should acknowledge at the beginning of my recital that I was 
born an ordinary Woggle-Bug," began the creature, in a frank and friendly tone. "Knowing 
no better, I used my arms as well as my legs for walking, and crawled under the edges of 
stones or hid among the roots of grasses with no thought beyond finding a few insects 
smaller than myself to feed upon.
    "The chill nights rendered me stiff and motionless, for I wore no clothing, but each 
morning the warm rays of the sun gave me new life and restored me to activity. A horrible 
existence is this, but you must remember it is the regular ordained existence of 
Woggle-Bugs, as well as of many other tiny creatures that inhabit the earth.
    "But Destiny had singled me out, humble though I was, for a grander fate! One day I 
crawled near to a country school house, and my curiosity being excited by the monotonous 
hum of the students within, I made bold to enter and creep along a crack between two 
boards until I reached the far end, where, in front of a hearth of glowing embers, sat 
the master at his desk.
    "No one noticed so small a creature as a Woggle-Bug, and when I found that the hearth 
was even warmer and more comfortable than the sunshine, I resolved to establish my future 
home beside it. So I found a charming nest between two bricks and hid myself therein for 
many, many months.
    "Professor Nowitall is, doubtless, the most famous scholar in the land of Oz, and 
after a few days I began to listen to the lectures and discourses he gave his pupils. Not 
one of them was more attentive than the humble, unnoticed Woggle-Bug, and I acquired in 
this way a fund of knowledge that I will myself confess is simply marvelous. That is why 
I place 'T.E.' Thoroughly Educated upon my cards; for my greatest pride lies in the fact 
that the world cannot produce another Woggle-Bug with a tenth part of my own culture and 
erudition."
    "I do not blame you," said the Scarecrow. "Education is a thing to be proud of. I'm 
educated myself. The mess of brains given me by the Great Wizard is considered by my 
friends to be unexcelled."
    "Nevertheless," interrupted the Tin Woodman, "a good heart is, I believe, much more 
desirable than education or brains."
    "To me," said the Saw-Horse, "a good leg is more desirable than either."
    "Could seeds be considered in the light of brains?" enquired the Pumpkinhead, 
abruptly.
    "Keep quiet!" commanded Tip, sternly.
    "Very well, dear father," answered the obedient Jack.
    The Woggle-Bug listened patiently - even respectfully - to these remarks, and then 
resumed his story.
    "I must have lived fully three years in that secluded school-house hearth," said he, 
"drinking thirstily of the ever-flowing fount of limpid knowledge before me."
    "Quite poetical," commented the Scarecrow, nodding his head approvingly.
    "But one, day" continued the Bug, "a marvelous circumstance occurred that altered my 
very existence and brought me to my present pinnacle of greatness. The Professor 
discovered me in the act of crawling across the hearth, and before I could escape he had 
caught me between his thumb and forefinger.
    "'My dear children,' said he, 'I have captured a Woggle-Bug - a very rare and 
interesting specimen. Do any of you know what a Woggle-Bug is?' "'No!' yelled the 
scholars, in chorus.
    "'Then,' said the Professor, 'I will get out my famous magnifying-glass and throw the 
insect upon a screen in a highly-magnified condition, that you may all study carefully 
its peculiar construction and become acquainted with its habits and manner of life.' "He 
then brought from a cupboard a most curious instrument, and before I could realize what 
had happened I found myself thrown upon a screen in a highly-magnified state - even as 
you now behold me.
    "The students stood up on their stools and craned their heads forward to get a better 
view of me, and two little girls jumped upon the sill of an open window where they could 
see more plainly.
    "'Behold!' cried the Professor, in a loud voice, 'this highly-magnified Woggle-Bug; 
one of the most curious insects in existence!' "Being Thoroughly Educated, and knowing 
what is required of a cultured gentleman, at this juncture I stood upright and, placing 
my hand upon my bosom, made a very polite bow. My action, being unexpected, must have 
startled them, for one of the little girls perched upon the window-sill gave a scream and 
fell backward out the window, drawing her companion with her as she disappeared.
    "The Professor uttered a cry of horror and rushed away through the door to see if the 
poor children were injured by the fall. The scholars followed after him in a wild mob, 
and I was left alone in the school-room, still in a Highly-Magnified state and free to do 
as I pleased.
    "It immediately occurred to me that this was a good opportunity to escape. I was 
proud of my great size, and realized that now I could safely travel anywhere in the 
world, while my superior culture would make me a fit associate for the most learned 
person I might chance to meet.
    "So, while the Professor picked the little girls - who were more frightened than hurt 
- off the ground, and the pupils clustered around him closely grouped, I calmly walked 
out of the school-house, turned a corner, and escaped unnoticed to a grove of trees that 
stood near"
    "Wonderful!" exclaimed the Pumpkinhead, admiringly.
    "It was, indeed," agreed the Woggle-Bug. "I have never ceased to congratulate myself 
for escaping while I was Highly Magnified; for even my excessive knowledge would have 
proved of little use to me had I remained a tiny, insignificant insect."
    "I didn't know before," said Tip, looking at the Woggle-Bug with a puzzled 
expression, "that insects wore clothes."
    "Nor do they, in their natural state," returned the stranger. "But in the course of 
my wanderings I had the good fortune to save the ninth life of a tailor - tailors having, 
like cats, nine lives, as you probably know. The fellow was exceedingly grateful, for had 
he lost that ninth life it would have been the end of him; so he begged permission to 
furnish me with the stylish costume I now wear. It fits very nicely, does it not?" and 
the Woggle-Bug stood up and turned himself around slowly, that all might examine his 
person.
    "He must have been a good tailor," said the Scarecrow, somewhat enviously.
    "He was a good-hearted tailor, at any rate," observed Nick Chopper.