As Dorothy's group walked faster and faster, so did
the Octapong, until everyone was running like the wind.
Suddenly they all came to a screeching halt as a huge brick wall loomed
up in front of them. The brick wall stretched for miles right across
Octapongland. There was no way anyone could escape.
"SO!" roared one of the Octapong. He appeared to be their leader.
"Thought you could get away, eh? No one escapes the Octapong. You see,
my dears, with the help of our trapping wall here, and our little system
of running you into it, we are guaranteed a fresh supply of shoes every
time anyone crosses our land. Now, off with your shoes," he shouted.
"You're just a bunch of thieves!" said Dorothy angrily.
"We're /not/ thieves," said the leader of the Octapong." Are we, Boys?"
"NO!" they all called out together.
"There," said their leader. "You see?"
"Well what do you call it?" said Dorothy. "Taking people's property
without their consent?"
"Let's call it a toll for the use of our land."
"You don't have any signs posted," said Dorothy.
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