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RINKITINK IN OZ
BY L. FRANK BAUM
RINKITINK IN OZ
Wherein is recorded the Perilous Quest of Prince Inga of Pingaree and King Rinkitink in the Magical Isles that lie beyond the Borderland of Oz
By L. Frank Baum
"Royal Historian of Oz"
"It is His Majesty, King Rinkitink, of the great City of Gilgad.
He has accompanied me to see that you render full restitution for all you
have stolen from Pingaree."
"Better yet!" laughed Buzzub. "He will make a fine slave for
Queen Cor, who loves to tickle fat men and see them jump."
King Rinkitink was filled with horror when he heard this, but the
Prince answered as boldly as before, saying: "We are not to be frightened
by bluster, believe me; nor are we so weak as you imagine. We have magic
powers so great and terrible that no host of warriors can possibly
withstand us, and therefore I call upon you to surrender your city and
your island to us, before we crush you with our mighty powers."
...
Inga bowed, but made no answer. Then she turned to Rinkitink and
said: "As for you, I cannot decide how to make you useful to me, as you
are altogether too fat and awkward to work in the fields. It may be,
however, that I can use you as a pincushion."
"What!" cried Rinkitink in horror, "Would you stick pins into the
King of Gilgad?"
"Why not?" returned Queen Cor. "You are as fat as a pincushion,
as you must yourself admit, and whenever I needed a pin I could call you
to me." Then she laughed at his frightened look and asked: "By the way,
are you ticklish?"
This was the question Rinkitink had been dreading. He gave a
moan and shook his head.
"I should love to tickle the bottom of your feet with a feather,"
continued the cruel woman. "Please take off your shoes."
"Oh, your Majesty!" pleaded poor Rinkitink. "I beg you to allow
me to amuse you in some other way. I can dance, or I can sing you a
song."
"Well," she said, shaking with laughter, "you may sing a song, if
it be a merry one. But you do not seem in a merry mood."
"I FEEL merry--indeed, Your Majesty, I do!" protested Rinkitink,
anxious to escape the tickling. But even as he professed to "feel
merry," his round, red face wore an expression of horror and anxiety that
was really comical.
I just grabbed the tickling parts...
~ toyou
RINKITINK IN OZ
BY L. FRANK BAUM
RINKITINK IN OZ
Wherein is recorded the Perilous Quest of Prince Inga of Pingaree and King Rinkitink in the Magical Isles that lie beyond the Borderland of Oz
By L. Frank Baum
"Royal Historian of Oz"
"It is His Majesty, King Rinkitink, of the great City of Gilgad.
He has accompanied me to see that you render full restitution for all you
have stolen from Pingaree."
"Better yet!" laughed Buzzub. "He will make a fine slave for
Queen Cor, who loves to tickle fat men and see them jump."
King Rinkitink was filled with horror when he heard this, but the
Prince answered as boldly as before, saying: "We are not to be frightened
by bluster, believe me; nor are we so weak as you imagine. We have magic
powers so great and terrible that no host of warriors can possibly
withstand us, and therefore I call upon you to surrender your city and
your island to us, before we crush you with our mighty powers."
...
Inga bowed, but made no answer. Then she turned to Rinkitink and
said: "As for you, I cannot decide how to make you useful to me, as you
are altogether too fat and awkward to work in the fields. It may be,
however, that I can use you as a pincushion."
"What!" cried Rinkitink in horror, "Would you stick pins into the
King of Gilgad?"
"Why not?" returned Queen Cor. "You are as fat as a pincushion,
as you must yourself admit, and whenever I needed a pin I could call you
to me." Then she laughed at his frightened look and asked: "By the way,
are you ticklish?"
This was the question Rinkitink had been dreading. He gave a
moan and shook his head.
"I should love to tickle the bottom of your feet with a feather,"
continued the cruel woman. "Please take off your shoes."
"Oh, your Majesty!" pleaded poor Rinkitink. "I beg you to allow
me to amuse you in some other way. I can dance, or I can sing you a
song."
"Well," she said, shaking with laughter, "you may sing a song, if
it be a merry one. But you do not seem in a merry mood."
"I FEEL merry--indeed, Your Majesty, I do!" protested Rinkitink,
anxious to escape the tickling. But even as he professed to "feel
merry," his round, red face wore an expression of horror and anxiety that
was really comical.
I just grabbed the tickling parts...
~ toyou