| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Nothing remained of him except the trunk and the head; but still he rolled his eyes, and cried, ??Give me my parrot!?? ??Take your parrot, then,?? cried the boy; and with that he wrung the bird??s neck, and threw it at the magician; and, as he did so, Punchkin??s head twisted round, and, with a fearful groan, he died!
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