"
"Pretty wet! Pretty wet
Was the journey, you can bet!"
declared the parrot in conclusion.
"Yes, it was wet an' sticky, all right," agreed the sailor, "but the
big frog helped us an' we got through all right."
"But what can you do here?" asked Tourmaline. "You are not like my
people, the Pinkies, and there is no place for you in our country."
"That's true enough," said Cap'n Bill, "but we had to go somewhere,
an' this was the likeliest place we could think of. Your Sky Island
ain't very big, so when we couldn't stay in the Blue Country, where
ever'body hated us, or in the Fog Bank, which ain't healthy an' is
too wet for humans to live in for long, we nat'rally were forced to
enter the Pink Country, where we expected to find nice people."
"We ARE nice," said Tourmaline, "but it is our country, not yours,
and we have no place here for strangers. In all our history you are
the first people from outside our borders who have ever stepped a
foot in our land. We do not hate you, as you say the Blueskins do,
nor are we savage or cruel, but we do not want you here, and I am
really puzzled what to do with you."
"Isn't there a law to cover this case?" asked Coralie.
"I do not remember any such law," replied the queen, "but I will
search in the Great Book and see if I can find anything that refers
to strange people entering our land.
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