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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.
The confusion allowed Ozma to use her silver wand to cast a spell. Between the Forest Monster, Elephant, the Stinkfoots, Sniffers and the Cowardly Lion, the Land Sharks were disabled within a matter of forty-five minutes. Those who had not been deenergized by the Forest Monster or otherwise rendered harmless by one of the others had fallen to their spindly knees and were pleading for mercy.
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!
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!
"Not only have the Sniffers and the Stinkfoots made friends with the Droffs, but the Forest Monster has had a major-league change of heart. But can we at least find the empty shells of our families and give them a proper burial?" "That would be right," agreed the Forest Monster. "Wait a minute," said Ozma. "You mean to say that the bodies are still around? You didn't devour them entirely?"
What would you think of letting the Stinkfoots use your land to grow their food here this year, while the Sniffer farmers use the Stinkfoot Nation to grow anything that they want to eat? You can simply switch territories every year, and the rotation of crops will keep both of your soils fertile." The Sniffer President sat down in a wooden chair. He was obviously deep in thought.
"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.
"As much as it pains me to say it," replied the Sniffer citizen, "I have to agree. After all, the Stinkfoot people used to get along fine with my people, so long as we kept our distance from one another. Now that the Stinkfoots are infringing on our territory, we are forced to take action against them despite our former friendship. But there simply is no alternative.
The little Queen's words were cut off as a sickening stench suddenly blew in from the open window. A booming voice cried out, "That is the home of Schtupidface Schnozzle! Torch the place!" Schnozzle ran to the window and saw President McFoot in his military regalia, and he was backed up by several dozen Stinkfoots carrying torches. "Oh, no!" moaned the Sniffer President. "We are too late!"
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