person.”
“Flimsy!
me
flimsy!”
cried
Jack, in a
rage. “How
dare you
call me
flimsy?”
“Because
you are
built as
absurdly
as a
jumping-jack,”
sneered
the horse,
rolling
his knotty
eyes in a
vicious
manner.
“Even your
head won’t
stay
straight,
and you
never can
tell
whether
you are
looking
backwards
or
forwards!”
“Friends,
I entreat
you not to
quarrel!”
pleaded
the Tin
Woodman,
anxiously.
“As a
matter of
fact, we
are none
of us
above
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