The Forest Monster of Oz

Land of Oz is not only beautiful with the glittering gemstones that are found commonplace in this remarkable fairyland, but its enchantment goes ever farther. In all the terri

ctically unheard of. The country is situated in the center of a

m abroad, those who are fortunate enough to live on the proper side

any other country has ever been more respected, loved, or envied. To the south of Ozma's remarkable palace is the Quadling Country. This is ruled over by a powerful Witch named Glinda the Good. In the Quadling Country, red is the favored color, and most of the buildings, walls and fur

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rded in these few pages, it was still rather sad to see her wicked legacy brought to such an abrupt close. Especially as the particular house that happened to squi

he old woman's liveliness was shmushed by little Dorothy's home, she had left

's powerful magic charms, he may well have been defeated. But thanks to his magic, the Wizard of Oz was able to thwart the attacks of the Witches and banish their souvenir to a for

not a healthy situation for the Wicked Witch. Little Dorothy was advised in the Munchkin Country to head for the

fallen into disgrace due to his outlandishly unkinglike cowardice. He and the little girl became fast friends, and they journeyed together in search of Oz and, later on, Glinda the Good. It was on their journey to locate Glind

have come in good time to fight our enemy and bring

?" asked the Cowardly

lephant and legs as long as a tree trunk. It has eight of these long legs, and as the Monster crawls through the forest he seizes an animal with a leg and drags it to his mouth, where

thought over the s

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aten them all. And, besides, they were none

t he hoped would help hi

e began, "will you bow down to me

ned the big tiger. The rest of

er of yours now?" asked t

indicating with a tawny

uge, black and furry. It was filthy, too. Its putrid smell had the Lion reeling in spite of himself. But he pressed onward. The snores of the ugly Monster revealed its razor-sharp fangs which measured in at at least a foot long. Its powerful legs were

ck was as slender as a wasp's waist. Given this obvious oversight on the part of the Wicked Witches who had designed him, the Forest Monster suddenly seemed less Monstrous to the Cowardly Lion. W

le blow of his mighty paw, he knocked