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It WAS SOME TIME BEFORE THE Cowardly Lion awakened, for he had lain among the poppies a long while, breathing in their deadly fragrance; but when he did open his eyes and roll off the truck he was very glad to find himself still alive.
"I ran as fast as I could," he said, sitting down and yawning; "but the flowers were too strong for me. How did you get me out?"
Then they told him of the field-mice, and how they had generously saved him from death; and the Cowardly Lion laughed, and said,
"I have always thought myself very big and terrible; yet such small things as flowers came near to killing me,
