July 5, 2005
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After a little while the scarecrow asked: “Where is the Patchwork Girl now?”
“In my room,” replied Dorothy. “I’ve taken a fancy to her; she’s so queer and –and– uncommon.”
“She’s half crazy, I think, “ added the Shaggy Man.
“But she is so beautiful!” exclaimed the Scarecrow, as if that fact disarmed all criticism. They all laughed at his enthusiasm, but the Scarecrow was quite serious. Seeing that he was interested in Scraps they forebore to say anything against her. The little band of friends Ozma had gathered around her was so quaintly assorted that much care must be excercized to avoid hurting their feelings or making any one of them unhappy. It was this considerate kindness that held them close friends and enabled them to enjoy one another’s society.
L. Frank Baum, The Patchwork Girl of Oz
(many hearty thanks to vm and fodon for their considerate kindness when they could just as well have thrown me up on a fence and beaten me like a dirty rug. xoxo) (I usually say hearty spanks, but I’m feeling more soft than that)
Comments (9)
I don’t think anyone could throw you up on a fence and beat you. It’s nice to see you have some good friends who care.
I’m going to email you, about my post.
I don’t really know what you’re feeling, but I hope you feel better.
(((Lara)))
well the beating comes later. I just wanted to soften you up first, so that it’d come more as a shock.
lurve ya, bay-bee.
Did you secretly want the beatings? Because, you know… There’s this club we could go to…
lewis carrol and frank baum most likely had absinthe parties!!!