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Chapter Twenty-Three
But it was of no use. Both beasts began to roar dismally.
"I don't want a plant. I want my Karwan Bashi," sobbed the Comfortable Camel, broken-heartedly.
"Well don't drown me," begged the Cowardly Lion, moving out of the way of the camel's tears. "Say, what's that draft?"
"What, indeed? In the trees overhead a very cyclone whistled and before the three had even time to catch their breath they were blown high into the air the next instant were hurtling toward the Emerald City like three furry cannon balls—faster—and faster.
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