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18. The Magic of the Wizard

           

           "Grow—grow—grow!"hesaidtothepincers,andatoncetheygrewandextendeduntiltheyreachedfromtherafttotheprisoners.

           "Whatareyougoingtodonow?"demandedCap’nBill,fearfullyeyeingthepincers.

           "Thismagictoolwillpullyouup,rootsandall,andlandyouonthisraft,"declaredtheWizard.

           "Don’tdoit!"pleadedthesailor,withashudder."Itwouldhurtusawfully."

           "Itwouldbejustlikepullingteethtopullusupbytheroots,"explainedTrot.

           "Growsmall!"saidtheWizardtothepincers,andatoncetheybecamesmallandhethrewthemintotheblackbag.

           "Iguess,friends,it’sallupwithus,thistime,"remarkedCap’nBill,withadismalsigh.

           "PleasetellOzma,Dorothy,"saidTrot,"thatwegotintotroubletryingtogetheranicebirthdaypresent.Thenshe’llforgiveus.TheMagicFlowerislovelyandwonderful,butit’sjustaluretocatchfolksonthisdreadfulislandandthendestroythem.You’llhaveanicebirthdayparty,withoutus,I’msure;andIhope,Dorothy,thatnoneofyouintheEmeraldCitywillforgetme—ordearol’Cap’nBill."

           

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