Phantom Tollbooth Ch. 4-7 Figurative Language

"Easy as falling off a log," cried the earl.

"Take the Z, for instance- very dry and sawdusty. And the X? Why, it tastes like a trunkful of stale air."

"I'm not a witch- I'm a Which."

"We'll take our vehicle."

"Conveyance."

"Rig."

"Buggy."

"Coach."

He was the largest man Milo had ever seen...

"Is it six million years already? My, how time flies."

The walls and ceiling were covered with mirrors, whose reflections danced dizzily along with them...

"The duke here can make mountains our of molehills. The minister splits hairs. The count makes hay while the sun shines. The earl leaves no stone unturned. and the under secretary," he finished ominously, "hangs by a thread."

When he lifted the covers, shafts of brilliant-colored light leaped from the plates and bounced around the ceiling, the walls, across the floor, and out the windows.

"How many times must I tell you not to bite off more than you can chew?" snapped the undersecretary....