She didn't like that and went out and robbed several women of their brains.

Then I made a law that if anyone stole another's brains, or even tried to borrow them, he would forfeit his own brains to the Su-dic.

So each one is content with his own canned brains and my wife and I are the only ones on the mountain with more than one can.

I have three cans and that makes me very clever--so clever that I'm a good Sorcerer, if I do say it myself.

My poor wife had four cans of brains and became a remarkable witch, but alas! that was before those terrible enemies, the Skeezers, transformed her into a Golden Pig." "Good gracious!" cried Dorothy; "is your wife really a Golden Pig ?" "She is.