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through even though the actual pronunciation of the words had not
changed. Dor quailed; it was even worse than he had feared.

TBB LAND OF XANTH

buy door Eye live inn the Land of Xanth, witch is disstinked from
Mundania inn that their is magic inn Xanth and nun inn Mundania. Every
won inn Xanth has his own magic talent; know to are the same. Sum khan
conjure things, and others khan make a whole ore illusions ore khan sore
threw the heir. Butt inn Mundania know won does magic, sew its very
dull. They're are knot any dragons their. Instead their are bare and
hoarse and a grate

many other monsters. Hour ruler is King Trent, whoo has

rained four seventeen years. He transforms people two other creatures.
Know won gets chaste hear; oui fair inn piece. My

tail is dun.

By the end of it Irene was in tears from helpless laughter, the sea

cow was bellowing bovine mirth, the water, beach, and stones

were chortling, the blackjack oaks were zapping each other on the

branches, and the moat-monsters were guffawing. Even Cherie Cen taur
was barely controlling a rebellious smirk. Dor was the only one

who was unable to appreciate the excruciatingly funny nature of it;

he wished he could tunnel through the bottom of the earth.

"O doesn't that beet awl!" Irene gasped. "Lets go two Mundania

and sea a hoarse bare ore whatever!" And the creatures and land scape
relapsed into a cacophony of fresh laughter. The stones them selves
were squeezing out helpless tears of hilarity.

Cherie controlled her levity enough to form a proper frown. "Now

I fliffik you had better report to the King, Dor."

Oh, no! How much trouble could he get into in one afternoon?

He'd be lucky if King Trent didn't transform him into a slug and

drop him back in the moat. As if flunking his essay wasn't bad

enough, getting caught naked with the King's daughter Dor wrapped his