SAID Leilah to David. He stopped at the door with his hand almost on the terra-cotta knob. The knob had an eye drawn on it. It blinked as David’s hand touched it and two big tears squeezed out. “I’m afraid you are hurting the knob,” said the Wizard. “Everything around here gets hurt too easily,” said David. “Chairs, table, doorknobs. And they get plenty of sympathy. But I’m in real trouble. Or my dog is. That’s kind of the same thing. The least you could do is offer to help.” “You mean, you need me?” asked the Wizard in a peculiar voice. David looked puzzled. “Of course he does,” said Leilah quickly. “I’ve done it. I’ve done it. I’ve done it!” cried the Wizard. “I’ve found someone who needs me.” “Well, stop shouting and clicking your heels,” said David, for the Wizard was doing just that. “And come on along. I suppose I need you. I need all the help I can get.” “Oh, but that will be impossible,” said the Wizard. “What do you mean, impossible?”
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