"I'm always afraid o' bein' stepped on, and I don't like the flavor of grass an' can't seem to get used to it.

It's my nature to eat grass, you know, but I begin to suspect it's an acquired taste." "Can you give molasses ?" asked the Ork.
"I guess I'm not that kind of a grasshopper," replied Cap'n Bill.

"But I can't say what I might do if I was squeezed--which I hope I won't be." "Well," said the Ork, "it's a great pity, and I'd like to meet that cruel King and his Wicked Witch and punish them both severely.

You're awfully small, Cap'n Bill, but I think I would recognize you anywhere by your wooden leg." Then the Ork and Button-Bright were told all about Gloria's frozen heart and how the Scarecrow had come from the Land of Oz to help them.
The Ork seemed rather disturbed when it learned that the Scarecrow had gone alone to conquer King Krewl.
"I'm afraid he'll make a fizzle of it," said the skinny creature, "and there's no telling what that terrible King might do to the poor Scarecrow, who seems like a very interesting person.

So I believe I'll take a hand in this conquest myself." "How ?" asked Trot.
"Wait and see," was the reply.