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."Well," panted the Cowardly Lion, rolling his eyes wildly atNotta."You saved my life, old fellow," cried the clown, giving him animpulsive hug."And you saved mine," gasped the lion, as soon as he had breathenough to gasp."But how did you do it and where are they?""In Mudge," explained the clown, drawing his knees up to his chinand winking at the Cowardly Lion, "in Mudge and scaring the life out ofMustafa, I'll wager.Remember the magic verse that brought us here? Well,every time an Un came near I said:"Udge! Budge! Go to Mudge! Udger budger, You're a Mudger!""Marvelous!" sighed the Cowardly Lion."But how did you think ofit so quick?""I had to," replied Notta modestly."You see, when there's nothingelse to do I think, and not thinking very often makes me do it rather well.But do you suppose the other Uns will come back?"The Cowardly Lion shook his head."Not in an 'undred years," heyawned."And now that they are good and frightened let's all get some sleep."The Cowardly Lion was bruised and ruffled, and so tired he couldPage 48 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlnot keep his eyes open another minute.Stretching himself beside Bob, who hadnot even heard the battle, he fell instantly into a heavy slumber.Notta,lying on the other side of the little boy, was soon enjoying the rest of thedreams in his silver package.Towards morning faint cries aroused the Cowardly Lion.Though onlyhalf awake he sprang up blinking his eyes nervously.Then he gave a howl ofdismay, for Notta and Bob were nowhere to be seen!CHAPTER 12 Saved by a FlyaboutabusGROANING because he had been foolish enough to trust the Uns, theCowardly Lion ran up and down the edge of the skyle.There was no doubt aboutit, Bob and Notta had been pushed off while he was asleep.Then a tree,jutting far over the edge, attracted his attention.It was swaying andtrembling in a most unusual fashion.At the same time the faint cries that hadawakened him were repeated.With a frightened gulp, the lion saw the twofishing lines tied to the tree and, winding his tail firmly around the slimtrunk, began pulling up the first of the lines.It was hard work and two orthree times he was almost drawn over the edge, but he never hesitated, andpresently he had dragged Notta safely back to land.The clown waved his handsfeebly, then lay on his stomach and panted like a fish.Without waiting torestore him, the Cowardly Lion began to pull up the other line, and presentlyBob, also breathless and panting, lay beside the clown.They were not onlybreathless, but quite wet-having fallen into a cloud.The lion, puffing alittle himself, watched anxiously.Notta, with a long and final gasp, sat upand gave a little sigh of relief."That makes the second time you've saved my life," said Nottafaintly."What happened?" asked the Cowardly Lion."Well, first," said the clown, talking in little jerks and pausingevery few minutes to pat Bob on the back, "first, I fell asleep, then, I fellawake.And if it hadn't been for these disguises I should have been cut intwo.""The Uns?" asked the lion, opening his eyes very wide."Yes," said Notta, and told how the Featherheads had pushed bothBob and himself from the skyle and, without stopping to notice that they weretied or to touch the Cowardly Lion, had run off without making a sound."Itwas a mighty good thing we were anchored, eh, Bob, my boy? Feel better?"Bob shook his head uncertainly, for he was still frightened anddizzy from swinging through the air.The stars had faded out and the sun had not yet risen and in thecold gray mist of early morning the three huddled together and tried to thinkwhat to do."First, let's get away from the edge," shuddered the CowardlyLion.Cutting the fishing lines that had saved their lives, Notta set Bob onthe Cowardly Lion's back and they moved slowly in the half darkness toward thecenter of the skyle.The Uns evidently had gone off to their homes, and withPage 49 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlsome matches Notta had tucked under his wonderful belt they kindled a littlefire and soon were dry and much more cheerful.Bob immediately went to sleep,but Notta and the Cowardly Lion kept watch.For an hour there was not a sound.Then the noise of someonesawing wood came distinctly through the still air.Leaving the Cowardly Lionon guard, Notta went to investigate.He tiptoed along quietly, resolved if itwere an Un to wish him away to Mudge.As he advanced the sawing grew louderand louder and, peering around a large tree, he saw a huge and ridiculous birdflopped over against a rock, snoring at a great rate.As Notta looked the bird opened one eye, stamped its big clawsfretfully, and immediately fell to snoring again.The clown took off his cap,scratched his ear and then burst into a loud peal of laughter, which he couldnot have helped had he died the next minute.The bird stopped snoringinstantly, and opened both eyes."What do you mean by waking me when I was sound asleep, " itchirped crossly."A great many sounds of sleep," corrected Notta, winking atthe singular creature."I thought someone was sawing down a tree.""Did you?" The bird looked rather proud and began to puff out itsfeathers."I'm the loudest snorer in the sky," it announced, strutting aboutself-consciously."That's why my beak curls in this convenient fashion."It was the bird's beak that had made Notta laugh in the firstplace.It was long and blue, and curved so that it could fit over the comicalcreature's ear like a personal telephone connection."But why does it curl?"asked Notta, sitting down and staring at the bird intently."So I can hear myself snore, replied the bird."As soon as I snorein my own ear I wake up and stop snoring." With its claw the Snorer adjustedits beak, much as one would adjust a pair of spectacles, and looked blandly atNotta."I'm unusual don't you think?""Unusual," whistled the Clown."I'll say you are! And never have Iseen such a country.Why, if I could take along a few of these freaks, I'dhave the finest show on earth." He rubbed his forehead thoughtfully as hethought of the Mudgers, the Half-Lion, and now this bewildering bird.Snorer was about the size of a small child, with enormous feet,short legs and pink feathers.His head was somewhat like that of a largecrane, and his eyes were as blue as his beak [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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."Well," panted the Cowardly Lion, rolling his eyes wildly atNotta."You saved my life, old fellow," cried the clown, giving him animpulsive hug."And you saved mine," gasped the lion, as soon as he had breathenough to gasp."But how did you do it and where are they?""In Mudge," explained the clown, drawing his knees up to his chinand winking at the Cowardly Lion, "in Mudge and scaring the life out ofMustafa, I'll wager.Remember the magic verse that brought us here? Well,every time an Un came near I said:"Udge! Budge! Go to Mudge! Udger budger, You're a Mudger!""Marvelous!" sighed the Cowardly Lion."But how did you think ofit so quick?""I had to," replied Notta modestly."You see, when there's nothingelse to do I think, and not thinking very often makes me do it rather well.But do you suppose the other Uns will come back?"The Cowardly Lion shook his head."Not in an 'undred years," heyawned."And now that they are good and frightened let's all get some sleep."The Cowardly Lion was bruised and ruffled, and so tired he couldPage 48 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlnot keep his eyes open another minute.Stretching himself beside Bob, who hadnot even heard the battle, he fell instantly into a heavy slumber.Notta,lying on the other side of the little boy, was soon enjoying the rest of thedreams in his silver package.Towards morning faint cries aroused the Cowardly Lion.Though onlyhalf awake he sprang up blinking his eyes nervously.Then he gave a howl ofdismay, for Notta and Bob were nowhere to be seen!CHAPTER 12 Saved by a FlyaboutabusGROANING because he had been foolish enough to trust the Uns, theCowardly Lion ran up and down the edge of the skyle.There was no doubt aboutit, Bob and Notta had been pushed off while he was asleep.Then a tree,jutting far over the edge, attracted his attention.It was swaying andtrembling in a most unusual fashion.At the same time the faint cries that hadawakened him were repeated.With a frightened gulp, the lion saw the twofishing lines tied to the tree and, winding his tail firmly around the slimtrunk, began pulling up the first of the lines.It was hard work and two orthree times he was almost drawn over the edge, but he never hesitated, andpresently he had dragged Notta safely back to land.The clown waved his handsfeebly, then lay on his stomach and panted like a fish.Without waiting torestore him, the Cowardly Lion began to pull up the other line, and presentlyBob, also breathless and panting, lay beside the clown.They were not onlybreathless, but quite wet-having fallen into a cloud.The lion, puffing alittle himself, watched anxiously.Notta, with a long and final gasp, sat upand gave a little sigh of relief."That makes the second time you've saved my life," said Nottafaintly."What happened?" asked the Cowardly Lion."Well, first," said the clown, talking in little jerks and pausingevery few minutes to pat Bob on the back, "first, I fell asleep, then, I fellawake.And if it hadn't been for these disguises I should have been cut intwo.""The Uns?" asked the lion, opening his eyes very wide."Yes," said Notta, and told how the Featherheads had pushed bothBob and himself from the skyle and, without stopping to notice that they weretied or to touch the Cowardly Lion, had run off without making a sound."Itwas a mighty good thing we were anchored, eh, Bob, my boy? Feel better?"Bob shook his head uncertainly, for he was still frightened anddizzy from swinging through the air.The stars had faded out and the sun had not yet risen and in thecold gray mist of early morning the three huddled together and tried to thinkwhat to do."First, let's get away from the edge," shuddered the CowardlyLion.Cutting the fishing lines that had saved their lives, Notta set Bob onthe Cowardly Lion's back and they moved slowly in the half darkness toward thecenter of the skyle.The Uns evidently had gone off to their homes, and withPage 49 ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlsome matches Notta had tucked under his wonderful belt they kindled a littlefire and soon were dry and much more cheerful.Bob immediately went to sleep,but Notta and the Cowardly Lion kept watch.For an hour there was not a sound.Then the noise of someonesawing wood came distinctly through the still air.Leaving the Cowardly Lionon guard, Notta went to investigate.He tiptoed along quietly, resolved if itwere an Un to wish him away to Mudge.As he advanced the sawing grew louderand louder and, peering around a large tree, he saw a huge and ridiculous birdflopped over against a rock, snoring at a great rate.As Notta looked the bird opened one eye, stamped its big clawsfretfully, and immediately fell to snoring again.The clown took off his cap,scratched his ear and then burst into a loud peal of laughter, which he couldnot have helped had he died the next minute.The bird stopped snoringinstantly, and opened both eyes."What do you mean by waking me when I was sound asleep, " itchirped crossly."A great many sounds of sleep," corrected Notta, winking atthe singular creature."I thought someone was sawing down a tree.""Did you?" The bird looked rather proud and began to puff out itsfeathers."I'm the loudest snorer in the sky," it announced, strutting aboutself-consciously."That's why my beak curls in this convenient fashion."It was the bird's beak that had made Notta laugh in the firstplace.It was long and blue, and curved so that it could fit over the comicalcreature's ear like a personal telephone connection."But why does it curl?"asked Notta, sitting down and staring at the bird intently."So I can hear myself snore, replied the bird."As soon as I snorein my own ear I wake up and stop snoring." With its claw the Snorer adjustedits beak, much as one would adjust a pair of spectacles, and looked blandly atNotta."I'm unusual don't you think?""Unusual," whistled the Clown."I'll say you are! And never have Iseen such a country.Why, if I could take along a few of these freaks, I'dhave the finest show on earth." He rubbed his forehead thoughtfully as hethought of the Mudgers, the Half-Lion, and now this bewildering bird.Snorer was about the size of a small child, with enormous feet,short legs and pink feathers.His head was somewhat like that of a largecrane, and his eyes were as blue as his beak [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]