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"I can see, in my mind's eye," said he, mournfully, "the goats eating small pieces of my dear comrade, the Tin Woodman, while my soup is being cooked on a bonfire built of the Saw Horse and Jack Pumpkinhead's body, and Queen Jinjur watches me boil while she feeds the flames with my friend the Scarecrow!" I CAN SEE IN MY MIND'S EYE SAID HE MOURNFULLY THE GOATS EATING SMALL PIECES OF MY DEAR COMRADE THE TIN WOODMAN WHILE MY SOUP IS BEING COOKED ON A BONFIRE BUILT OF THE SAW HORSE IN JACK PUMPKINHEAD'S BODY AND QUEEN GINGER WATCHES ME BOIL WHILE SHE FEEDS THE FLAMES WITH MY FRIEND THE SCARECROW
 cannot matter greatly. If you stay shut up here you will spoil in time, anyway. A good tart is far more admirable than a decayed intellect.” “Very true,” agreed the Scarecrow. “Oh, dear!” moaned Jack; “what an unhappy lot is mine! Why, dear father, did you not make me out of tin—or even out of straw—so that I would keep indefinitely.” “Shucks!” returned Tip, indignantly. “You ought to be glad that I made you at all.” Then he added, reflectively, “everything has to come to an end, some time.” “But I beg to remind you,” broke in the Woggle-Bug, who had a distressed look in his bulging, round eyes, “that this terrible Queen Jinjur suggested making a goulash of me—Me! the only Highly Magnified and Thoroughly Educated Woggle-Bug in the wide, wide world!” “I think it was a brilliant idea,” remarked the Scarecrow, approvingly. “Don’t you imagine he would make a better soup?” asked the Tin Woodman, turning toward his friend. “Well, perhaps,” acknowledged the Scarecrow. The Woggle-Bug groaned. AKE TARTS OF ME YOU KNOW DON'T WORRY SAID THE TIN WOODMAN IT CANNOT MATTER GREATLY IF YOU STAY SHUT UP HERE YOU WILL SPOIL IN TIME ANYWAY A GOOD TART IS FAR MORE ADMIRABLE THAN A DECAYED INTELLECT VERY TRUE AGREED THE SCARECROW OH DEAR MOANED JACK WHAT AN UNHAPPY LOT IS MINE WHY DEAR FATHER DID YOU NOT MAKE ME OUT OF TIN OR EVEN OUT OF STRAW SO THAT I WOULD KEEP INDEFINITELY SHUCKS RETURNED TIP INDIGNANTLY YOU OUGHT TO BE GLAD THAT I MADE YOU AT ALL THEN HE ADDED REFLECTIVELY EVERYTHING HAS TO COME TO AN END SOME TIME BUT I BEG TO REMIND YOU BROKE IN THE WOGGLE BUG WHO HAD A DISTRESSED LOOK IN HIS BULGING ROUND EYES THAT THIS TERRIBLE QUEEN GINGER SUGGESTED MAKING A GOOLOSH OF ME ME THE ONLY HIGHLY MAGNIFIED AND THOROUGHLY EDUCATED WOGGLE BUG IN THE WIDE WIDE WORLD I THINK IT WAS A BRILLIANT IDEA REMARKED THE SCARECROW APPROVINGLY DON'T YOU IMAGINE HE WOULD MAKE A BETTER SOUP ASKED THE TIN WOODMAN TURNING TOWARDS HIS FRIEND WELL PERHAPS ACKNOWLEDGED THE SCARECROW THE WOGGLE BUG GROANED
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