"I believe I must be color-blind," said the pumpkinhead, after staring about him.
What sort of a Magic Powder was it, that made your friend the pumpkinhead live?
So the pumpkinhead was again perched upon the back of the Saw-Horse and the journey was resumed.
This apparent desertion puzzled the pumpkinhead, and made him uneasy.
The pumpkinhead had brought a broom, which was the first thing he saw.
"Your Majesty forgets that I cannot understand you," replied the pumpkinhead.
As for the pumpkinhead, every stitch of his gorgeous clothing dripped water.
Then he called out to the pumpkinhead: "are you all right, Jack?"
"I beg you to be more careful in your speech," said the pumpkinhead, sharply.
"I'll have nothing more to do with that pumpkinhead," declared the Saw-Horse, viciously.
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