"Oh, no!" moaned the Sniffer President. "We are too late!"
The entire party hurried out the door, but were too late to stop the
offensive army from setting fire to the home of President Schnozzle.
"My home!" cried he. "My books! My teddy bear! My original Rembrandt!"
"Halt!" cried Ozma. "I am your Queen!"
"It's that silly little girl I told you about, Master," said a Stinkfoot
that Ozma recognized as the man who had answered the door. "Ignore the
little scamp and let's get on with our revolution!"
"Wait a minute!" shuddered President McFoot. "I have seen pictures of
the Queen of Oz in the newspapers. The place no longer is run by that
Scarecrow man. I think this child is telling the truth!"
The Stinkfoot soldiers suddenly stood at attention and saluted Ozma.
"Your Majesty," spoke the Stinkfoot President, "I am sorry to inform you
that there is a war on. We have need of something that these Sniffers
are not allowing us to have. Our survival depends on their
annihilation."
"No," spoke Ozma. "It does not. My dear friends from the Lunechien
Forest have determined the problems with your crops, and we have come to
a solution." She quickly outlined the plan to rotate crops and
territory.
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