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El Maravilloso Mago de Oz
Capítulo 8, Página 8
“I
always
did
like
flowers,”
said
the
Lion.
“They
seem
so
helpless
and
frail.
But
there
are
none
in
the
forest
so
bright
as
these.”
They
now
came
upon
more
and
more
of
the
big
scarlet
poppies,
and
fewer
and
fewer
of
the
other
flowers;
and
soon
they
found
themselves
in
the
midst
of
a
great
meadow
of
poppies.
Now
it
is
well
known
that
when
there
are
many
of
these
flowers
together
their
odor
is
so
powerful
that
anyone
who
breathes
it
falls
asleep,
and
if
the
sleeper
is
not
carried
away
from
the
scent
of
the
flowers,
he
sleeps
on
and
on
forever.
But
Dorothy
did
not
know
this,
nor
could
she
get
away
from
the
bright
red
flowers
that
were
everywhere
about;
so
presently
her
eyes
grew
heavy
and
she
felt
she
must
sit
down
to
rest
and
to
sleep.
But
the
Tin
Woodman
would
not
let
her
do
this.
“We
must
hurry
and
get
back
to
the
road
of
yellow
brick
before
dark,”
he
said;
and
the
Scarecrow
agreed
with
him.
So
they
kept
walking
until
Dorothy
could
stand
no
longer.
Her
eyes
closed
in
spite
of
herself
and
she
forgot
where
she
was
and
fell
among
the
poppies,
fast
asleep.
“What
shall
we
do?”
asked
the
Tin
Woodman.
“If
we
leave
her
here
she
will
die,”
said
the
Lion.
“The
smell
of
the
flowers
is
killing
us
all.
I
myself
can
scarcely
keep
my
eyes
open,
and
the
dog
is
asleep
already.”
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