The Guardian of the Gates
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 ...