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208 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1907
How dreadful! exclaimed Dorothy, in a shocked voice.
What is dreadful? asked the hen, lifting her head to gaze with one bright eye at her companion.
Why, eating live things, and horrid bugs, and crawly ants. You ought to be 'SHAMED of yourself!
I've married a man who owns nine cows, said Jinjur to Ozma and now I am happy and contented and willing to lead a quiet life and mind my own business.
Where is your husband? asked Ozma.
He is in the house nursing a black eye, replied Jinjur calmly.
The foolish man would insist upon milking the red cow when I wanted him to milk the white one; but he will know better next time, I am sure.
"Oh! Are you hungry?" she asked, turning to the other beast, who was just then yawning so widely that he displayed two rows of terrible teeth and a mouth big enough to startle anyone.
"Dreadfully hungry," answered the Tiger, snapping his jaws together with a fierce click.
"Then why don't you eat something?" she asked. ...
"But you eat harmless things, so it doesn't matter," replied the Tiger. "For my part, I'm a savage beast, and have an appetite for all sorts of poor little living creatures, from a chipmonk to fat babies. ...Fat babies! Don't they sound delicious? But I've never eaten any, because my conscience tells me it is wrong. If I had no conscience I would probably eat the babies and then get hungry again, which would mean that I had sacrificed the poor babies for nothing. No; hungry I was born, and hungry I shall die. But I'll not have any cruel deeds on my conscience to be sorry for."