[vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_column_text]What is it that undoubtedly the Albino man so peculiarly repels and often shocks the eye, specially that sometimes rethinked is loathed by his own kith and kin! It is that whiteness which invests him, a thing expressed by the name he bears. The Albino is as well made as other men strangely hideous than the ugliest abortion.
She found to be nothing but the tops of the trees under which she had been wandering, when a sharp hiss made her draw back in a hurry: a large pigeon had flown into her face, and was beating her violently with its wings and then Dorothy took the Tin Woodman’s long pole and helped push the raft to the land[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][prkwp_spacer size=”-30″ el_class=”show_later”][bquote type=”cropped_corners” prk_in=”They were all tired out when they reached the shore at last and stepped off upon the pretty green grass, and they also knew that the stream had carried them a long way past the road of yellow brick that led to the Emerald City.”][prkwp_spacer size=”10″][vc_column_text]So he sprang into the water, and the Tin Woodman caught fast hold of his tail. Then the Lion began to swim with all his might toward the shore. It was hard work, although he was so big; but by and by they were drawn out of the current.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]