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Portrait of L. Frank Baum L. Frank Baum John Dough and the Cherub — Chapter 11… (1906)

For clothing they wore gay leaves of the forest plants, twisted and woven together in quite a clever way; and taken all together, they were as unlike any creatures that inhabit our part of the world as can well be imagined. "Ah, these must be the beings called Mifkets," remarked John Dough, speaking aloud in a language he had never used before, but that seemed well fitted to such creatures. "That's easy enough to guess," retorted one of the group, coming nearer to the gingerbread man and impudently thrusting forward its putty-like face, which it wrinkled and distorted in a disturbing manner.
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Portrait of L. Frank Baum L. Frank Baum John Dough and the Cherub — Chapter 11… (1906)

Chick, standing solidly with brown feet spread wide apart, chubby fists clutching the last of the forest fruits, and tangled locks flowing carelessly around the laughing face, was a strong contrast to the little lady who advanced from the door with dainty steps to welcome the strangers. The Princess wore a gown of woven leaves plucked from the island plants, but so slight and graceful was her form that any sort of dress would be sure to seem fit and becoming if the maid wore it.
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Portrait of L. Frank Baum L. Frank Baum John Dough and the Cherub — Chapter 11… (1906)

Not because they had any idea what a flying-machine might be, but to hear their own language spoken by so queer a personage, filled them with amazement. "Are you one of those miserable creatures called humans?" asked the King, blinking his eyes at the gingerbread man. "I cannot, in truth, claim to be precisely human," replied John, "but it is certain that I possess a degree of human wisdom.
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