"Best to be safe," said Dianna. "Why invite trouble? We Gilligoggs have always known that we are superior to all other living beings, so we avoid contact with anyone else. If we start to invite trouble, we're sure to get it in great doses." "But that's awful!" put in Tweaty. "You don't even give them a chance?" "Why should we? They are not Gilligoggs. Heavens! They have the most outlandish-looking noses!" She eyed Elephant in a scrutinizing manner. "I think I should like to meet these Droffs," harrumphed Elephant. "Then by all means please leave as quickly as you can," said Dianna. "I would not want my people to have to gaze upon anyone who would associate with Droffs. They are messy things at best. I had offered you a great honor in speaking to you, but you obviously do not appreciate it. Had the dross not been with you, Miss Queen of Oz, I should not have even acknowledged them. Good day to you..." So saying, the princess walked away without looking back. Our six adventurers hurried through the Gilligogg territory. Few of the Gilligoggs even stopped to look at them as they passed through. Before long, they came upon a creature who looked a good deal like Elephant, and who was obviously a Droff. "Hey," said the Droff. "Who you am?" "I am Ozma, Queen of Oz," said the child. "You much good to be here," replied the Droff. "Me are called Biff. Who is them?" Each of the five Lunechiens introduced himself. "Me likes Elephant lots," said Biff. "Him look like Droff, but smooth. Him might relative to me I. Maybe like Droff. Ozma Queen and others like eat? Droffs no have much, but share. Me have oatmeal with much gravy. For nice Queen, me even serve with sprinkles. Me likes Queen lots, and Elephant. Have good seeds for birdies, too. Mouse want cheese? Me haves Swiss. Usually only haves Swiss on Sunday. It is holey. But for friend of good and nice Queen, me get some for nice little mouse." "How kind," said Nibbles. "Thank you." The Droff, though not as graceful as he might have been, served up a repast that was happily received by his guests. "The Droffs are obviously more hospitable than the Gilligoggs," said Tweaty. "Gilligoggs?" echoed Biff. "You am knowing Gilligoggs?" "We just passed through their country on our way here," explained Lisa. "Me wish me knew Gilligoggs," sighed Biff. "Them not let Droffs pass through. Not come to visit Droffs, neither. To Gilligogg, Droff land just place to dump stuff they no want." "Stuff?" asked Ozma. "What stuff?" "Old stuff, most," replied the Droff. "Rotted foods. Old packages. Cigarette ends. You am knowing. Stuff." "What slobs!" said Lisa with distaste. "And that princess had the nerve to say that Droffs were messy!" "But it explains why the Droffs have such low-quality land," sighed Ozma. "It isn't that the Droffs are unsanitary. The very reason the Gilligoggs look down on the Droffs is caused by the Gilligoggs themselves!"