"In the first place," began the Scarecrow, "this King
Krewl is a usurper and has no right to rule this Kingdom
of Jinxland."
"That is true," said Pon, eagerly. "My father was King
before him, and I --"
"You are a gardener's boy," interrupted the Scarecrow.
"Your father had no right to rule, either, for the
rightful King of this land was the father of Princess
Gloria, and only she is entitled to sit upon the throne
of Jinxland."
"Good!" exclaimed Trot. "But what'll we do with King
Krewl? I s'pose he won't give up the throne unless he has
to."
"No, of course not," said the Scarecrow. "Therefore it
will be our duty to make him give up the throne."
"How?" asked Trot.
"Give me time to think," was the reply. "That's what my
brains are for. I don't know whether you people ever
think, or not, but my brains are the best that the Wizard
of Oz ever turned out, and if I give them plenty of time
to work, the result usually surprises me."
"Take your time, then," suggested Trot. "There's no
hurry."
"Thank you," said the straw man, and sat perfectly
still for half an hour.
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