That's why he nearly blunted my claws, said the Lion. When they
scratched against the tin it made a cold shiver run down my back. What is
that little animal you are so tender of?
He is my dog, Toto, answered Dorothy.
Is he made of tin, or stuffed? asked the Lion.
Neither. He's a-a-a meat dog, said the girl.
Oh! He's a curious animal and seems remarkably small, now that I
look at him. No one would think of biting such a little thing, except a
coward like me, continued the Lion sadly.
What makes you a coward? asked Dorothy, looking at the great beast
in wonder, for he was as big as a small horse.
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