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"I bust see your President," she sniffled uneasily. "Can you take be to himb?" "Of course," said the boy simply, taking a handful of the stinkweeds and eating it. "I can take you to his mansion, anyway. I don't know if he'll want to talk. He is preparing to fight the Sniffers for control of the fertile lands, and is very busy with that right now." "That's just the thing," said Ozma.
"I'mb afraid that I'mb having a hard time dealing with the sbell of the stinkweeds," she explained, not wanting to hurt the boy's feelings by mentioning his feet, which Ozma felt certain were the real source of the offensive smell. She believed that it would be better to avoid any statement that might be taken as a gesture of insult. "The stinkweeds?" replied the boy. "But they are delicious.
"You know," he said after a time, "I think you have something there. If we can only state this plan to the Stinkfoots, I'm sure it would work. I am beginning to recall that even our own farmers have spoken about this rotation of crops on at least one occasion. And I'd bet that the stinkweeds would have made the soil over there ideal for our dietary staples!" "More than likely!" said Lisa wisely.
Also, they would no longer need to be living in an area that would help the stinkweeds grow." "You heard the letter," answered Lisa. "They won't agree to that. They like the smell that they get from the weeds, and they believe it will prevent anyone attacking them. They would never go along with that plan." "We're almost there" sighed the Sniffer citizen. "But we are no closer to an agreement.
What if we were to scare the Stinkfoots back into their own territory?" "That may be possible," said Ozma. "It looked to me like they had no problem of overpopulation. It was really just their desire to grow more stinkweeds, and their incapability to do so in their soil." "That's right!" said Lisa. "But no soil can go indefinitely growing the same crop. Anyone who lives in the forest knows that!
"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.
"But how else can we stop them from expanding to wherever they like?" asked the Sniffer citizen. "There has to be a fair way to settle the dispute," replied the little Queen. "And it is up to us to find it." "What if we forbade them from eating any more stinkweeds?" suggested Nibbles. "That way, they wouldn't smell so bad, and the Sniffers would have no further trouble with them.
This way, the nutrients in the soil stay in balance and can be used to raise more carrots some other year. It's really very simple. It's kind of like replenishing with one crop what was diminutized by another." "So you think that, if the Stinkfoots were to grow carrots instead of stinkweeds for a year, they could go back to stinkweeds next year?" said the President uncertainly.
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