Of course, they may not be dangerous, but we mustn't take chances.

Enough accidents happen to us poor Loons as it is, and my advice is to condemn and perforate 'em as quickly as possible." "Keep your advice to yourself," said the monarch, in a peeved tone.
"Who's King here, anyhow?
You or Me ?" "We made you our King because you have less common sense than the rest of us," answered Panta Loon, indignantly.

"I could have been King myself, had I wanted to, but I didn't care for the hard work and responsibility." As he said this, the big Loon strutted back and forth in the space between the throne of King Bal and the prisoners, and the other Loons seemed much impressed by his defiance.

But suddenly there came a sharp report and Panta Loon instantly disappeared, to the great astonishment of the Scarecrow, the Tin Woodman and Woot the Wanderer, who saw on the spot where the big fellow had stood a little heap of flabby, wrinkled skin that looked like a collapsed rubber balloon.
"There!" exclaimed the King; "I expected that would happen.

The conceited rascal wanted to puff himself up until he was bigger than the rest of you, and this is the result of his folly.