"But I do not think that a Glass
Cat with nothing but pink brains can succeed when all the rest of us
have failed."
"Don't you admire my pink brains?" demanded the Cat.
"They're pretty," admitted the Wizard, "but they're not regular
brains, you know, and so we don't expect them to amount to much."
"But if I find your black bag--and find it inside of five
minutes--will you admit my pink brains are better than your common
human brains?"
"Well, I'll admit they're better HUNTERS," said the Wizard,
reluctantly, "but you can't do it. We've searched everywhere, and the
black bag isn't to be found."
"That shows how much you know!" retorted the Glass Cat, scornfully.
"Watch my brains a minute, and see them whirl around."
The Wizard watched, for he was anxious to regain his black bag, and
the pink brains really did whirl around in a remarkable manner.
"Now, come with me," commanded the Glass Cat, and led the Wizard
straight to the spot where it had covered the bag with leaves.
"According to my brains," said the creature, "your black bag ought to
be here."
Then it scratched at the leaves and uncovered the bag, which the
Wizard promptly seized with a cry of delight.
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