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"
Pshaw
!
"
replied
Aunt
Em
.
"
I
’
ve
raised
chickens
for
nearly
forty
years
,
Billina
,
and
I
know
you
’
ve
got
to
starve
’
em
to
make
’
em
lay
lots
of
eggs
,
and
stuff
’
em
if
you
want
good
broilers
.
"
"
Broilers
!
"
exclaimed
Billina
,
in
horror
.
"
Broil
my
chickens
!
"
"
Why
,
that
’
s
what
they
’
re
for
,
ain
’
t
it
?
"
asked
Aunt
Em
,
astonished
.
"
No
,
Aunt
,
not
in
Oz
,
"
said
Dorothy
.
"
People
do
not
eat
chickens
here
.
You
see
,
Billina
was
the
first
hen
that
was
ever
seen
in
this
country
,
and
I
brought
her
here
myself
.
Everybody
liked
her
an
’
respected
her
,
so
the
Oz
people
wouldn
’
t
any
more
eat
her
chickens
than
they
would
eat
Billina
.
"
"
Well
,
I
declare
,
"
gasped
Aunt
Em
.
"
How
about
the
eggs
?
"
"
Oh
,
if
we
have
more
eggs
than
we
want
to
hatch
,
we
allow
people
to
eat
them
,
"
said
Billina
.
"
Indeed
,
I
am
very
glad
the
Oz
folks
like
our
eggs
,
for
otherwise
they
would
spoil
.
"
"
This
certainly
is
a
queer
country
,
"
sighed
Aunt
Em
.
"
Excuse
me
,
"
called
the
Sawhorse
,
"
the
path
has
ended
and
I
’
d
like
to
know
which
way
to
go
.
"
They
looked
around
and
sure
enough
there
was
no
path
to
be
seen
.
"
Well
,
"
said
Dorothy
,
"
we
’
re
going
southwest
,
and
it
seems
just
as
easy
to
follow
that
direction
without
a
path
as
with
one
.
"
