As president of the Sniffer Nation, I need not remind you of the delicate nature of our highly sensitive olfactory organsour noses.

They have caused great distress among our border residents by not only building new residential dwellings right smack up against the border, but have blatantly crossed the border in ever increasing numbers and brazenly thumbed their ridiculously small noses at Sniffer citizens who were unfortunate enough to cross their paths.

"I do not wish to alarm our citizens to the point of panic, but I shall now read to you their President's reply: "'To President Humongous Schnozzle; distinguished Members of the Five Hundredth and Eighteenth Parliamentary Congress of the Sniffer Nation; and to all of the humble citizens of your fair land.

"'Sincerely "'Stinky McFoot President (Past, Present and Future) of Stinkfootland "'P.S.It is not our fault that the Sniffer people have such big noses that their sense of smell is ultra sensitive to our presence.'

[Illustration: Sniffer and Stinkfoot arguing.

] CHAPTER 8 THE JOURNEY TOWARD THE SNIFFER NATION

"As I see it," said Lisa as they traveled along, "there is at least one major difference between the problems in the Sniffer Nation and the problems of Chilepepperland.

On the other hand, even if they were born equal, the Sniffer citizens have a real physical reason for their disagreement with the Stinkfoots.

" "As much as it pains me to say it," replied the Sniffer citizen, "I have to agree.

" "They have to be stopped at any cost," said the Sniffer man.

" "But how else can we stop them from expanding to wherever they like?" asked the Sniffer citizen.

" "We're almost there" sighed the Sniffer citizen.

" Ozma and the Lunechien party of five was greeted at the border of the Sniffer Nation by President Humongous Schnozzle himself.

And you have brought an army with you!" "Hello, Mr. President," said the Sniffer messenger.

" Ozma could see that the Sniffer President was not going to deviate from his present frame of mind without a struggle.

" "I will give you all the time you want," replied the Sniffer President.

If you are the Queen of Oz, what is it you wish to speak to President McFoot about?" "He is planning a war with the Sniffer Nation," said the Queen.

The Sniffer-snuffers will have to let us have the land we need to survive, and that is all there is to it.

Dejectedly, she returned to the Sniffer Nation.

The hoot-owl had stayed back with the four Lunechien animals at the Sniffer President's modest home, and was also a little disappointed at Ozma's failure to speak to the Stinkfoot leader.

" "Rotate it?" scoffed the Sniffer President.

What would you think of letting the Stinkfoots use your land to grow their food here this year, while the Sniffer farmers use the Stinkfoot Nation to grow anything that they want to eat?

"Oh, no!" moaned the Sniffer President.

President Schnozzle handed Ozma a small perfume bottle that, when opened, would release a perfume that could be smelled only by a Sniffer, and would reach the distance from the forest in only a matter of minutes.

Ozma pocketed the little bottle and thanked the Sniffer and Stinkfoot Presidents.