Bod hesitated, and a flutter of night-black velvet resolved itself into a man-shape.
Writes well, does this bloke, eh what?
With the Gabootch bird's bellows head supplying a brisk wind from behind us, my winged throne, carrying me, shot across the sky. #oz
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'No better place to recover from having been a liquid than by the Deadly Desert,' argued my winged throne. 'Let's go then,' I said. #oz
'I live in Ledgeland on the edge of Winkie by the Deadly Desert. Follow me and you'll find a windfall of rest there,' said the Gabootch. #oz
The art of writing = deciding how to sequence carefully selected words
A malfunction in his sensory output pod nullified his ability to shriek, thereby causing him to meet his termination in silence. #scifi
I must have fallen asleep, for when I awoke I was flying high through the sky seated on my winged throne, the Gabootch bird at my side. #oz
Happy birthday, James Joyce, and may your heaventree of stars always hang with night blue fruit. #jamesjoyce
The rainbow's daughters and the Gabootch bird flitted and flew around in a laughing tizzy. I crawled onto my winged throne and watched. #oz
'I wanted to see your face with its 4 zones, Quad. It's so impressive I'm almost blown away, but not quite,' explained the Gabootch. #oz
If you must be a writer, choose your words carefully.
'The Gabootch bird was at the palace, and she insisted on coming along when Glinda told me where to find you,' said my winged throne. #oz
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'Your face is quadranted, I see, each quadrant a different color, as I was told,' said the little bird. 'I'm Flummox, the Gabootch.' #oz