"
"Why not?" asked Trot.
The beast was silent.
"Tell us the reason," urged Cap'n Bill.
"Well, it's the Isle of the Magic Flower," answered the Kalidah,
"and we don't care much for magic. If you hadn't had a magic leg,
instead of a meat one, you couldn't have knocked me over so easily and
stuck this wooden pin through me."
"I've been to the Magic Isle," said the Glass Cat, "and I've watched
the Magic Flower bloom, and I'm sure it's too pretty to be left in
that lonely place where only beasts prowl around it and no else sees
it. So we're going to take it away to the Emerald City."
"I don't care," the beast replied in a surly tone. "We Kalidahs
would be just as contented if there wasn't a flower in our forest.
What good are the things anyhow?"
"Don't you like pretty things?" asked Trot.
"No."
"You ought to admire my pink brains, anyhow," declared the Glass
Cat. "They're beautiful and you can see 'em work."
The beast only growled in reply, and Cap'n Bill, having now cut all
his logs to a proper size, began to roll them to the water's edge and
fasten them together.
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