The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

They walked along listening to the singing of the brightly coloured birds and looking at the
lovely flowers which now became so thick that the ground was carpeted with them. There
were big yellow and white and blue and purple blossoms, besides great clusters of scarlet
poppies, which were so brilliant in colour they almost dazzled Dorothy’s eyes.
“Aren’t they beautiful?” the girl asked, as she breathed in the spicy scent of the bright
flowers.
“I suppose so,” answered the Scarecrow. “When I have brains, I shall probably like them
better.”
“If I only had a heart, I should love them,” added the Tin Woodman.
“I always did like flowers,” said the Lion. “They seem so helpless and frail. But there are
none in the forest so bright as these.”
They now came upon more and more of the big scarlet poppies, and fewer and fewer of the
other flowers; and soon they found themselves in the midst of a great meadow of poppies.
Now it is well known that when there are many of these flowers together their odour is so
powerful that anyone who breathes it falls asleep, and if the sleeper is not carried away from
the scent of the flowers, he sleeps on and on forever. But Dorothy did not know this, nor
could she get away from the bright red flowers that were everywhere about; so presently her
eyes grew heavy and she felt she must sit down to rest and to sleep.
But the Tin Woodman would not let her do this.
“We must hurry and get back to the road of yellow brick before dark,” he said; and the
Scarecrow agreed with him. So they kept walking until Dorothy could stand no longer. Her
eyes closed in spite of herself and she forgot where she was and fell among the poppies, fast
asleep.
“What shall we do?” asked the Tin Woodman.
“If we leave her here she will die,” said the Lion. “The smell of the flowers is killing us all.
I myself can scarcely keep my eyes open, and the dog is asleep already.”
It was true; Toto had fallen down beside his little mistress. But the Scarecrow and the Tin
Woodman, not being made of flesh, were not troubled by the scent of the flowers.
“Run fast,” said the Scarecrow to the Lion, “and get out of this deadly flower bed as soon
as you can. We will bring the little girl with us, but if you should fall asleep you are too big to
be carried.”
So the Lion aroused himself and bounded forward as fast as he could go. In a moment he
was out of sight.
“Let us make a chair with our hands and carry her,” said the Scarecrow. So they picked up
Toto and put the dog in Dorothy’s lap, and then they made a chair with their hands for the
seat and their arms for the arms and carried the sleeping girl between them through the
flowers.
 On and on they walked, and it seemed that the great carpet of deadly flowers that
surrounded them would never end. They followed the bend of the river, and at last came upon
their friend the Lion, lying fast asleep among the poppies. The flowers had been too strong
for the huge beast and he had given up at last, and fallen only a short distance from the end of
the poppy bed, where the sweet grass spread in beautiful green fields before them.
“We can do nothing for him,” said the Tin Woodman, sadly; “for he is much too heavy to
lift. We must leave him here to sleep on forever, and perhaps he will dream that he has found
courage at last.”
“I’m sorry,” said the Scarecrow. “The Lion was a very good comrade for one so cowardly.
But let us go on.”
They carried the sleeping girl to a pretty spot beside the river, far enough from the poppy
field to prevent her breathing any more of the poison of the flowers, and here they laid her
gently on the soft grass and waited for the fresh breeze to waken her.

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Blue Frail Odour Rest

Dog Bend Breeze Hands

Dark Smell Spicy Birds

The Hobbit
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends
of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on
or to eat: it was a hobbit hole, and that means comfort. It had a perfectly round door like a
porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened
on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with
panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots
of pegs for hats and coats the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on,
going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill The Hill, as all the people for many
miles round called it and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then
on another. No going upstairs for the hobbit: bedrooms, bathrooms, cellars, pantries (lots of
these), wardrobes (he had whole rooms devoted to clothes), kitchens, dining rooms, all were
on the same floor, and indeed on the same passage. The best rooms were all on the left-hand
side (going in), for these were the only ones to have windows, deep-set round windows
looking over his garden and meadows beyond, sloping down to the river. This hobbit was a
very well-to-do hobbit, and his name was Baggins. The Bagginses had lived in the
neighbourhood of The Hill for time out of mind, and people considered them very
respectable, not only because most of them were rich, but also because they never had any
adventures or did anything unexpected: you could tell what a Baggins would say on any
question without the bother of asking him. This is a story of how a Baggins had an adventure,
found himself doing and saying things altogether unexpected. He may have lost the
neighbours' respect, but he gained well, you will see whether he gained anything in the end.

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Best Tiled Miles Eat

Story Rich Mind Fond

Pegs Brass Bare Wet

Northern Lights
Lyra and her dæmon moved through the darkening Hall, taking care to keep to one side, out
of sight of the kitchen. The three great tables that ran the length of the Hall were laid already,
the silver and the glass catching what little light there was, and the long benches were pulled
out ready for the guests. Portraits of former Masters hung high up in the gloom along the
walls. Lyra reached the dais and looked back at the open kitchen door and, seeing no one,
stepped up beside the high table. The places here were laid with gold, not silver, and the
fourteen seats were not oak benches but mahogany chairs with velvet cushions. Lyra stopped
beside the Master’s chair and flicked the biggest glass gently with a fingernail. The sound
rang clearly through the Hall. “You’re not taking this seriously,’’ whispered her dæmon.
“Behave yourself.’’ Her dæmon’s name was Pantalaimon, and he was currently in the form of
a moth, a dark brown one so as not to show up in the darkness of the Hall. “They’re making
too much noise to hear from the kitchen,’’
Lyra whispered back. “And the Steward doesn’t come in till the first bell. Stop fussing.’’ But
she put her palm over the ringing crystal anyway, and Pantalaimon fluttered ahead and
through the slightly open door of the Retiring Room at the other end of the dais. After a
moment he appeared again. “There’s no one there,’’ he whispered. “But we must be quick.’’
Crouching behind the high table, Lyra darted along and through the door into the Retiring
Room, where she stood up and looked around. The only light in here came from the fireplace,
where a bright blaze of logs settled slightly as she looked, sending a fountain of sparks up
into the chimney. She had lived most of her life in the College but had never seen the
Retiring Room before: only Scholars and their guests were allowed in here, and never
females. Even the maidservants didn’t clean in here. That was the Butler’s job alone.
Pantalaimon settled on her shoulder. “Happy now? Can we go?’’ he whispered. “Don’t be
silly! I want to look around!’’

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Rang Brown Moth Noise

Bell Palm Table Logs

Sparks Clean Gold Oak

Gloom Laid Care Open

Peter Pan

One of the first things Peter did next day was to measure Wendy and John and Michael for
hollow trees. Hook, you remember, had sneered at the boys for thinking they needed a tree
apiece, but this was ignorance, for unless your tree fitted you it was difficult to go up and
down, and no two of the boys were quite the same size. Once you fitted, you drew in your
breath at the top, and down you went at exactly the right speed, while to ascend you drew in
and let out alternately, and so wriggled up. Of course, when you have mastered the action you
are able to do these things without thinking of them, and nothing can be more graceful.
But you simply must fit, and Peter measures you for your tree as carefully as for a suit of
clothes: the only difference being that the clothes are made to fit you, while you have to be
made to fit the tree. Usually it is done quite easily, as by your wearing too many garments or
too few, but if you are bumpy in awkward places or the only available tree is an odd shape,
Peter does some things to you, and after that you fit. Once you fit, great care must be taken to
go on fitting, and this, as Wendy was to discover to her delight, keeps a whole family in
perfect condition. Wendy and Michael fitted their trees at the first try, but John had to be
altered a little.
After a few days’ practice they could go up and down as gaily as buckets in a well. And
how ardently they grew to love their home under the ground; especially Wendy. It consisted
of one large room, as all houses should do, with a floor in which you could dig if you wanted
to go fishing, and in this floor grew stout mushrooms of a charming colour, which were used
as stools. A Never tree tried hard to grow in the centre of the room, but every morning they
sawed the trunk through, level with the floor. By tea-time it was always about two feet high,
and then they put a door on top of it, the whole thus becoming a table; as soon as they cleared
away, they sawed off the trunk again, and thus there was more room to play. There was an
enormous fireplace which was in almost any part of the room where you cared to light it, and
across this Wendy stretched strings, made of fibre, from which she suspended her washing.
The bed was tilted against the wall by day, and let down at 6:30, when it filled nearly half the
room; and all the boys slept in it, except Michael, lying like sardines in a tin. There was a
strict rule against turning round until one gave the signal, when all turned at once. Michael
should have used it also, but Wendy would have a baby, and he was the littlest, and the short
and long of it is that he was hung up in a basket.

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Rule Tin Fibre Play

Stout Care Bumpy Suit

Alice in Wonderland
It was the White Rabbit, trotting slowly back again, and looking anxiously about as it went,
as if it had lost something; and she heard it muttering to itself “The Duchess! The Duchess!
Oh my dear paws! Oh my fur and whiskers! She’ll get me executed, as sure as ferrets are
ferrets! Where can I have dropped them, I wonder?” Alice guessed in a moment that it was
looking for the fan and the pair of white kid gloves, and she very good-naturedly began
hunting about for them, but they were nowhere to be seen—everything seemed to have
changed since her swim in the pool, and the great hall, with the glass table and the little door,
had vanished completely.
Very soon the Rabbit noticed Alice, as she went hunting about, and called out to her in an
angry tone, “Why, Mary Ann, what are you doing out here? Run home this moment and fetch
me a pair of gloves and a fan! Quick, now!” And Alice was so much frightened that she ran
off at once in the direction it pointed to, without trying to explain the mistake it had made.
“He took me for his housemaid,” she said to herself as she ran. “How surprised he’ll be when
he finds out who I am! But I’d better take him his fan and gloves—that is, if I can find them.”
As she said this, she came upon a neat little house, on the door of which was a bright brass
plate with the name “W. RABBIT,” engraved upon it. She went in without knocking, and
hurried upstairs, in great fear lest she should meet the real Mary Ann, and be turned out of the
house before she had found the fan and gloves.
“How queer it seems,” Alice said to herself, “to be going messages for a rabbit! I suppose
Dinah’ll be sending me on messages next!” And she began fancying the sort of thing that
would happen: “‘Miss Alice! Come here directly and get ready for your walk!’ ‘Coming in a
minute, nurse! But I’ve got to see that the mouse doesn’t get out.’ Only I don’t think,” Alice
went on, “that they’d let Dinah stop in the house if it began ordering people about like that!”

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Find Great Fear Pale

Neat Fetch Tone Glass

Swim Fan Fur Nurse