When the strangers were seated, she turned to them and said, "I have
searched through the Great Book of Laws and found nothing about
foreign people entering our land. There is a law that if any of the
Blueskins break through the Fog Bank, they shall be driven back with
sharp sticks; but you are not Blueskins, so this Law does not apply
to you. Therefore, in order to decide your fate, I have summoned a
Council of twelve of my people, who will vote as to whether you
shall be permitted to remain here or not. They wanted to see you
before they cast their final vote, that they may examine you
carefully and discover if you are worthy to become inhabitants of
the Pink Country."
"The rose is red, the violet's blue,
But Trot is sweeter than the two!"
declared the parrot in a loud voice. It was a little verse Cap'n
Bill had taught the bird that very morning while Trot was seeing the
sun rise.
The Pinkies were startled and seemed a little frightened at hearing
a bird speak so clearly. Trot laughed and patted the bird's head in
return for the compliment. "Is the Monster Man whose legs are part
wood a dangerous creature?" asked one of the Sunrise Tribe.
"Not to my friends," replied Cap'n Bill, much amused. "I s'pose I
could fight your whole crowd of Pinkies if I had to, an' make you
run for your lives, but bein' as you're friendly to us, you ain't in
any danger.
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