Upon entering the dinosaur's village, the visitors from Oz found many small huts of houses, most of which were shaded by trees and thick bushes. A little further on they saw a very thin stream running along through the village.
Soon they began to see some dinosaurs outside of their huts and doing some activities, some of which were rather puzzling to them. For instance, they saw one tyrannosaurus holding a half grown stegosaurus by its spiked tail as it was walking on all fours and eating off the top halves of the grass surrounding the area around the hut. Shortly afterward, they found a triceratops that was leading a brontosaurus with large baskets and barrels of fruits and vegetables on its back down the dirt path in the middle of of the village and pulling on a cord tied tightly around its neck. Moments later, they came upon another dinosaur that was looking up and watching a small pterodactyl as it was gliding over the roof of its hut and laying down vines and leaves on it.
"So it seems that some of these dinosaurs haven't evolved in the same way that others have," commented the Scarecrow.
"Yes, and the ones that have seem to see it fit to use these lesser ones as slave labor at their disposal," added Mr. Wogglebug thoughtfully.
"And that is just plain wrong!" exclaimed the Tin Woodman. "I mean, after all it isn't these poor dinosaurs faults they didn't evolve to a fuller extent. It's just the ways of nature. And all living beings should be treated with respect, no matter what their status is."
"I know," said Mr. Wogglebug. "Though apparently the majority of these dinosaurs don't know it. So maybe we can help them to learn right from wrong as we find this young one who is fit to be the leader of them."
Then a little further onward, they came to find a small gathering of dinosaurs that were mostly
triceratops that were standing in a half circle. In their center stood a very elderly looking one wearing a dark robe and and a three-cornered hat and holding a long stick in one hand and a bag in the other. He was bending over a much young looking triceratops that was laying still on a blanket on the ground with its eyes closed and its chest just barely moving.
The visitors watched curiously as the elder triceratops waved his long stick all around the laying one and then as he took handfuls of what seemed to be crushed leaves and old dirt from his bag and douses it onto various parts of its body and all the while chanting incoherent words.
Curiously, they approached the scene. "Excuse us, please," said Mr. Wogglebug addressing the gathering. "Would you mind explaining to us exactly what is taking place right here?"
"You see, our daughter has fallen very seriously ill," said one of the female triceratops solemnly. "She has a high fever and has trouble swallowing and breathing. And this is our tribal magician and
he is performing the ceremonial rituals of healing her of her illness by casting out her inner demons."
"He is? Well does it work?" inquired Mr. Wogglebug skeptically.
"Well, usually, as far as we've seen," replied the triceratops.
"Well, we really do hope your daughter will be healed soon," said the Tin Woodman sympathetically.
They then moved onward through the village. "I can see that these dinosaurs may have evolved into higher beings," remarked Mr. Wogglebug thoughtfully, "and yet they still have very superstitious beliefs regarding illnesses and how to heal them. No doubt they have no real medicine as they have never even heard of it."
"Could we get them to use real medicine?" asked the Tin Woodman.
"I suppose we might," said Mr. Wogglebug. "After all, there are always a lot of assorted plants and minerals to find on an island and so I'm sure we could find some real sources for medications around here."
Just then a great racket of falling and crashing reached their ears from the left side of them. They all turned quickly at the same moment and saw a group of very strong looking dinosaurs with thick and muscular arms who were pushing down and knocking over large trees around them and then some of them began to cut off their leaves with knives and stuff them into pouches around their waists.
"Say, what is all of this, might I ask?" inquired Mr. Wogglebug curiously to one of the dinosaurs.
"We're just doing our jobs here," replied the dinosaur.
"Your jobs?" Mr. Wogglebug asked with puzzlement.
"Yes. You see we're tree pushers and knocked down trees for a living. And we also cut off their leaves to make a special drink out of also," the dinosaur explained plainly.
"Oh. So how many trees do you knock down a day?" inquired Mr. Wogglebug curiously.
"Just as many as we can," replied the dinosaur.
"And do you plant new trees in their places at all?" Mr. Wogglebug inquired.
"Well, no," replied the dinosaur. "I mean, after all why should we? They're just trees so they're not important to us."
"And what exactly is this special drink that you make from some of the leaves for?" Mr. Wogglebug inquired.
"It's for making us happy and for forgetting about our worries and our troubles and our fears," replied the dinosaur smiling. "And all dinosaurs love to drink it, except for the youngest of us who can't have it."
"And why is that the youngest of you cannot drink it?" asked Mr. Wogglebug with interest.
"Well, because it makes them really sick and makes some of them go really crazy," replied the dinosaur gravely.
"Well, if that's the case then why do you drink it at all?" Mr. Wogglebug questioned.
"Well... for the reasons I have already mentioned I suppose," the dinosaur replied a bit uneasily.
"Now would you please leave us alone as we are very busy here."
And so the visitors left them alone and continued on their way through the village.
"These dinosaurs also seem to be very wasteful and careless of their natural resources," Mr. Wogglebug said. "I certainly hope this will be another thing that we and their new leader will be able to teach them when we find him."
They then ventured on and then they came upon a hut that was somewhat larger and better kept than most of the other ones they had seen. It had a pattern of wild flowers growing along its edges and there was also a neat arrangement of stones decorated around it.
As they approached the hut closer they saw that a little ways behind it there was a very long garden of crops growing in the back of it. They then noticed there was a young tyrannosaurus rex who looked to be the human equivalent of twelve-
years-old. He was bending down on his knees and wrapping a white cloth bandage around the leg of a baby brontosaurus and also feeding it some kind of mixture of herbs that were soaked in a sweet smelling liquid.
They walked up to him and Mr. Wogglebug bent down to his level and asked him, "Pardon us, but what are you doing right now?"
The young tyrannosaurus looked up and replied in a very calm and serene voice, "I am just helping out a little friend right now. This is Broxy, and he hurt his leg a while ago from falling over a rock and so now I'm applying bandaging and ointment to it and also giving him this herbal remedy to keep from being in a lot of pain from it."
"Oh, so I see," said Mr. Wogglebug with much interest. "So is Broxy by any chance a.. lesser evolved dinosaur?"
"I think he is," replied the young tyrannosaurus. "My parents say he is at least."
"And do your parents know about what you're doing for him right now?" Mr. Wogglebug asked further.
"No, of course they don't," replied the young dinosaur. "I mean, if they did I would be beaten or worse thrown out of my tribe for it. Because these lesser dinosaurs they say are meant to be used only as slaves for us and nothing else at all. But I don't agree with this at all. I believe that they are just like us in that they have the same feelings as we do and so we should at least take good care of them."
"Hmm," Mr. Wogglebug was immensely interested now. "And tell me, if you don't mind, how is it you happen to have a proper remedy for his injury?"
"Well, I just am always growing and experimenting with things in our garden back here and I found that these herbs are good at easy pains when eaten along with the juice of a special kind
of fruit that is grown and ripened completely in the light of the sun."
"Yes, I see," Mr. Wogglebug said smiling. "And now, your name wouldn't by any chance by Emmanuel, would it?"
"Why, yes, it is," replied the young dinosaur looking at him in surprise. "How did you know?"
"Because a friend of yours has told me about you," Mr. Wogglebug replied. "He told me he thinks you should become the leader of all of the dinosaurs on this island. And I must admit I think so too."
"Well, I don't know about that," replied Emmanuel. "I wouldn't know very much about leadership, especially since I'm sure not very many around here would appreciate the kind of leader I would make as so many hate my ideas and beliefs about everything."
"Well, I like them," Mr. Wogglebug told him,"I think they're very good ones and that you are very intelligent to have them. So all we need to do is to help the others to understand this and so then get you into your rightful position as their leader."
Emmanuel gave a sad sigh. "Well, I'm afraid that wouldn't be at all easy. Because my friend Jason has just been selected by his tribal magicians to become the leader."
"Yes, I know that also," Mr. Wogglebug said. "But Jason doesn't want to be the leader, and he wants you to be in his place instead."
"Really?" asked Emmanuel in surprise.
"Yes, and so this may make getting the right things done all the easier," Mr. Wogglebug said.
"Well, maybe," said Emmanuel. "But where do we begin?"
"Leave that all to me and to my companions," he replied.