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Updated: June 2, 2025
"I think the mice would be a little too scared," shuddered Nibbles. "Not after I have one of those ham trees transplanted in their marsh," said Ozma. She turned to the marshmallow man. "Would you be willing to take charge of that?" "Of course," he replied. "It will also make my own people live in greater comfort to know that the crocodiles will never be hungry for them again.
If, on the other hand, in the frequent case when the shell does not fit its support quite closely, some point, however tiny, be left uncovered, this is enough for the subtle tools of the Lampyris, who just nibbles at the mollusc and at once plunges him into that profound immobility which favours the tranquil proceedings of the consumer. These proceedings are marked by extreme prudence.
The poets that is, those only who were worthy of that splendid name, so bandied by the Press and the Academies and doled out to divers windbags greedy of money and flattery the poets, despising impudent rhetoric and that slavish realism which nibbles at the surface of things without penetrating to reality, had intrenched themselves in the very center of the soul, in a mystic vision into which was drawn the universe of form and idea, like a torrent falling into a lake, there to take on the color of the inward life.
But for friend of good and nice Queen, me get some for nice little mouse." "How kind," said Nibbles. "Thank you." The Droff, though not as graceful as he might have been, served up a repast that was happily received by his guests. "The Droffs are obviously more hospitable than the Gilligoggs," said Tweaty. "Gilligoggs?" echoed Biff. "You am knowing Gilligoggs?"
Now, for a long time, Madame Petit had longed to have a night of liberty, during which she might visit the house of the said noble, where she could make as much noise as she liked, without waking the neighbours, because at the provost's house she was afraid of being overheard, and had to content herself well with the pilferings of love, little tastes, and nibbles, daring at the most only to trot, while what she desired was a smart gallop.
"I don't like playing 'hookey' neither," returned Prudy, "'cause the hooks won't catch 'em." "O, you don't know what I mean," laughed Horace. "When we boys 'out west' stay out of school, we call that playing hookey." "O, do you? But I want to go home now, if we can't catch any nibbles." "No, I'll tell you what we'll do we'll walk out on that log, and try it there."
Sinkers, floats and baits were examined, and the business of the day began. Everybody knows how it feels to fish. You throw in your hook with such blissful certainty that no fish can possibly resist the temptation you are dangling before its eyes. There is suppressed excitement all over you. You are all on the alert, feeling for imaginary nibbles, for bites that are not there.
This light exercise lasts for a week or so, when he sets out to feed upon the beach kelp, which acts as a purge. He now lives upon roots, principally of the salmon-berry bush, and later nibbles the young grass. These carry him along until the salmon arrive, when he becomes exclusively a fish eater until the berries are ripe.
"So then, they are elephants?" asked Nibbles. "Shaggy elephants?" tweeted Tweaty. "Wooly mammoths?" questioned Lisa and Hootsey together. "Neither of those," replied the princess. "They are just Droffs." "We did not come to seek the Droffs," said Ozma. "Nor did we come to see the Gilligoggs. We were looking for the Saber-Toothed Light-Bulbs. Are they not in this area?"
Basically, you'll be condemning an entire race to extinction just like the dodo bird or the winkledejimpker!" "Couldn't we use criminals and thieves to feed to the crocodiles?" suggested Nibbles. "I will not allow even them to be tortured this way," said Ozma. "Even a thief deserves a chance to make up for his past misbehaving." "Then what can we do?" asked the marshmallow man.
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