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The excerpt represents the core issue or deciding factor on which you must meditate, and is drawn from The Magic of Oz by L. Frank Baum: and often fight among themselves."
"Did they try to fight you when you saw 'em?" asked Trot,
getting very much excited.
"Yes. They sprang upon me in an instant; but I lay flat on the
ground, so I wouldn't get my legs broken by the great weight of
the beasts, and when they tried to bite me I laughed at them and
jeered them until they were frantic with rage, for they nearly
broke their teeth on my hard glass. So, after a time, they
discovered they could not hurt me, and went away. It was great fun."
"I hope they don't come here again to drink,--not while we're
here, anyhow," returned the girl, "for I'm not made of glass, nor
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