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"However, before anyone does anything rash, I wish to speak to President McFoot." "Then I suggest that you hold your nose," replied Schnozzle. "Otherwise, you'll be overwhelmed by the stench and probably pass out." "I'll take that chance," said the little Queen. "Just give me an hour to talk to Mr. McFoot before you start any uprising."
"Maybe we need those Saber-Toothed Light Bulbs right here," suggested Nibbles. "Then the Stinkfoots would be too scared to start a fight." "I doubt it," reasoned President Schnozzle. "I'm not even sure that any Saber-Toothed Light Bulbs could handle the stinky smell of those buzzards." "Maybe not," said Hootsey. "But it is an idea.
What can we do?" "I intend to speak with your President," replied Ozma. "And I will also meet with the Stinkfoot President." Ozma and the Lunechien party of five was greeted at the border of the Sniffer Nation by President Humongous Schnozzle himself. Indeed, he must have had the largest nose that Ozma had ever seen. It was longer than that of Elephant! "Probisquous!" he said joyfully.
"You're back! And you have brought an army with you!" "Hello, Mr. President," said the Sniffer messenger. "This is Queen Ozma of Oz and with her are Elephant, Lisa, Hootsey, Tweaty and Nibbles from the Lunechien Forest of Oz. I have told them of our plight, and they have come to try and help." "And not a moment too soon," said President Schnozzle. "The Stinkfoots have sent me another letter.
I suggest that you put them to work rebuilding it in such a way that it will be pleasing to you both." "If I go along with this idea," said the Stinkfoot leader, "will Schnozface do the same?" "I have already agreed to it," said President Schnozzle. "Though I must add that the whole place be fumigated before we trade back. If you don't bind, I'mb starting to feel a little queasy."
"I'd say more than likely," agreed Lisa. "But," put in Hootsey, "the Stinkfoots can't live without their stinkweed. Or they refuse to, in any event" "Maybe we have a solution," grinned Ozma. "But we don't," said Hootsey. "They will refuse to give up their stinkweeds. You know it's true." "Not if they can have them," said Ozma. "Listen, President Schnozzle.
"President Schnozzle," sighed Ozma. "I am not trying to belittle you or your pride. I just don't think that resorting to violence is the way to deal with any situation. It only leads to misery for both sides." "Not if we win," replied the President. "In times of war," said Lisa, "there are no winners."
I didn't know until you guys just said so that rotation of crops was a good idea. Mr. McFoot just doesn't know about farming. He may be a very very wise man in a lot of other subjects." "I think you're right," agreed President Schnozzle. "And I am sorry that I reacted so harshly to his actions, which I can now see that he did out of true concern and love for his subjects."
The entire party hurried out the door, but were too late to stop the offensive army from setting fire to the home of President Schnozzle. "My home!" cried he. "My books! My teddy bear! My original Rembrandt!" "Halt!" cried Ozma. "I am your Queen!" "It's that silly little girl I told you about, Master," said a Stinkfoot that Ozma recognized as the man who had answered the door.
"I'm afraid that the Stinkfoots are beyond reasoning," sighed President Schnozzle. "The only recourse we have is to fight fire with fire." Ozma could see that the Sniffer President was not going to deviate from his present frame of mind without a struggle. "I do understand your position and I sympathize with your feelings," she said.
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