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Updated: May 31, 2025
"I will give you all the time you want," replied the Sniffer President. "At least, from my side. But if those stinkers start anything, you'd better believe that I will not sit doggo and let them destroy our homes." "Fair enough," said Ozma. She then followed Probisquous to the edge of the Stinkfoot Nation. "I can't take you any further," he said. "My eyes are already starting to water.
"As I see it," said Lisa as they traveled along, "there is at least one major difference between the problems in the Sniffer Nation and the problems of Chilepepperland. The Chilepeppers, so far as I can determine, are different from one another only in their viewpoints. Some may have had a better education than others, but all were born essentially equal.
It seems so horrible to have potatoes for breakfast. Then I added loyally, 'But he will probably be a very strong character, original, and unique, and men like that always have a few idiosyncrasies, so if he wants fried potatoes for breakfast he shall have them. "Dan sniffed again. He was becoming a chronic sniffer in these days of my engagement.
But the pungent odor was already more than she could take, and she knew that she must get to some fresh air immediately if she was to be of any practical use to either the Sniffers or the denizens of the Lunechien Forest. Dejectedly, she returned to the Sniffer Nation. She was gasping for air by the time she arrived there, and so she breathed in several lungfuls of the cleaner, purer stuff.
"But remember, we have to negotiate with the Saber-Toothed Light Bulbs before we can do anything. In the meantime, the President of the Sniffer Nation has asked our help and we simply cannot refuse. He and his people are in a real bind." "I'll be in a real bind if that monster attacks me," snapped Elephant. "I'll be bound up in his giant web and devoured to death."
But coming down the trail she met one of the little tragedies of life in the person of Stonewall Jackson, who was dragging dejectedly across the yard from the direction of the back door with Mrs. Sniffer and all five little dogs trailing in his wake.
The hoot-owl had stayed back with the four Lunechien animals at the Sniffer President's modest home, and was also a little disappointed at Ozma's failure to speak to the Stinkfoot leader. So much had been riding on this meeting. But Ozma had not gotten in to see him, and the simple fact remained that they were no closer to a solution than they had been before.
Therefore, we have no option but to take as much of your land as will insure the very survival of the proud nation that we are. That is why we did not inform you formally or informally. The matter is simply not negotiable. "'Sincerely "'P.S. It is not our fault that the Sniffer people have such big noses that their sense of smell is ultra sensitive to our presence."
The latter set the bill carefully into a big wallet of his own, "sunk" the calfskin, and buttoned up his buffalo coat. "It does beat blazes," stated "Sniffer" Orne, "what a messed up state all politics is in since this prim'ry business has put the blinko onto caucuses and conventions. Caucuses was sensible, Mr. Britt. Needn't tell me! Voters liked to have the wear and tear off 'em.
As president of the Sniffer Nation, I need not remind you of the delicate nature of our highly sensitive olfactory organs our noses. And would you believe that our so-called friendly northern neighbors the Stinkfoots have recently seen fit to ignore all previous treaties and sense of common decency!
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