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53765.txt | Kabumpo in Oz | "the cake, you chattering chittimong! where is the cake? stirem, friem, hashem, where is the cake?" cried eejabo, chief footman in the palace of pumperdink, bouncing into the royal pantry.
the three cooks, too astonished for speech, and with staring eyes, pointed to the center table. the great, gorgeous birthday cake w... |
55806.txt | Ozoplaning with the Wizard of Oz | in his big brightly lighted laboratory back of the throne room, the wizard of oz paced impatiently forth and back, his hands clasped tightly behind him. every minute or two he would glance at the clock or dart over to peer out to the already darkening garden.
"are you sure you told them all, jellia? are you sure you to... |
55851.txt | The Wishing Horse of Oz | "is this all?" the king of skampavia frowned at the great stack of bags, bales, crates and carriers heaped around his throne. leaning forward, he gingerly extracted a fig from one of the baskets and popped it into his enormous mouth.
"pah, dry as a blotter," spluttered the red-faced ruler, gritting his teeth with disgu... |
56073.txt | Captain Salt in Oz | eight miles east of pingaree lies the eight-sided island of king ato the eighth. while not so large as pingaree, the octagon isle is nevertheless one of the tidiest and most pleasing of the sea realms that dot the great green rolling expanses of the nonestic ocean. and ato himself is as pleasing as his island, enormous... |
56079.txt | Handy Mandy in Oz | "what-a-butter! what-a-butter!" high and clear above the peaks of mt. mern floated the voice of the goat girl calling the finest, fattest but most troublesome of her flock. all the other goats were winding obediently down toward the village that perched precariously on the edge of the mountain. but of what-a-butter the... |
56085.txt | The Silver Princess in Oz | in a far-away northwestern corner of the gilliken country of oz lies the rugged little kingdom of regalia, and in an airy and elegant castle, set high on the tallest mountain, lives randy, its brave young king. when the regalians are not busy celebrating one of their seventy-seven national holidays, they are busy tendi... |
58765.txt | The Cowardly Lion of Oz | "tazzywaller, i must have another lion," said mustafa of mudge, giving his blue whiskers a terrible tweak. "another lion, tazzywaller, at once!"
"your highness already has nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine lions and a half!" said tazzywaller bowing humbly.
"oh, that!" interrupted mustafa impatiently. "very car... |
61681.txt | Grampa in Oz | king fumbo of ragbad shook in his carpet slippers. he had removed his red shoes, so he could not very well shake in them.
"my dear," quavered the king, flattening his nose against the cracked pane, "will you just look out of this window and tell me what you see?"
"my dear" was really the queen of ragbad and years ago, ... |
65849.txt | The Lost King of Oz | the king of kimbaloo was kind'a jolly, and kinda jolly was the king of kimbaloo. and no wonder he was kind'a jolly! he had made a great fortune in buttons, and had one of the coziest castles in oz. it was set in the very center of a thick button wood in the gilliken country, and had more chimneys and windows than any d... |
70152.txt | The Hungry Tiger of Oz | "burnt again!" roared the pasha of rash, flinging his bowl of pudding across the table. "vassals! varlets! villains! fetch forth the cook!" at the pasha's furious words the two rash footmen who stood behind his chair, took a running slide down the long dining hall and leaped through the door into the pantry. several cu... |
71273.txt | The Gnome King of Oz | queen cross patch, the sixth, stood at her castle window staring crossly down at her cross-patch country. from above it looked like a huge patch-work quilt, spread over the rolling hills of the winkie country in oz. each of her subjects had a separate cotton-patch, and as each patch produced a different color of cotton... |
73170.txt | The giant horse of Oz | far to the north, walled in on all sides by the craggy slopes of the munchkin mountains, lies the great lost lake of orizon. and glittering on its blue bosom, like a large and lovely necklace, rest the ozure isles of oz. now oz itself, this mysterious land about which we read and hear so often, is a large oblong kingdo... |
75720.txt | Jack Pumpkinhead of Oz | the rain beat heavily on the roof, swirled down the side walks and made tumbling torrents of the gutters. turning from the window in disgust, peter dropped his baseball mitt on the library sofa and started glumly toward the stair. no practice to-day, doggone it! why couldn't it rain on mondays and be clear on saturdays... |
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