Chapter Nine
Toko happily. "Is the little fan safely closed?"
The Scarecrow felt in his pocket to make sure, then leaned forward in surprise. The Royal Silver Army were marching stiffly into the hall and the courtiers were bobbing and bowing and cheering like mad.
The General came straight to the great silver throne, clicked his silver heels, bowed and stood at attention.
"Well," said the Scarecrow, surveying this splendid person curiously, "what is it?"
"They have come for their decorations," announced the Grand Chew Chew, stepping up with a large silver platter full of medals.
"But I thought Tappy Oko and I saved the Island," chuckled the Scarecrow, nudging the Imperial Punster.
"Had the Imperial Army not retired and left the field to you, there would have been no victory," faltered the General in a timid voice. "Therefore, in a way we are responsible for the victory. A great general always knows when to retire."
"There's something in that," admitted the Scarecrow, scratching his head thoughtfully. "Go ahead and decorate 'em Chew Chew!"
This the Grand Chew Chew proceeded to do, making such a long speech to each soldier that half of the
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