In the first picture they saw these Doasyoulikes living in the land of Readymade , at the foot of the Happy-go-lucky Mountains , where flapdoodle grows wild ; and if you want to know what that is , you must read Peter Simple . They lived very much such a life as those jolly old Greeks in Sicily , whom you may see painted on the ancient vases , and really there seemed to be great excuses for them , for they had no need to work . Instead of houses they lived in the beautiful caves of tufa , and bathed in the warm springs three times a day ; and , as for clothes , it was so warm there that the gentlemen walked about in little beside a cocked hat and a pair of straps , or some light summer tackle of that kind ; and the ladies all gathered gossamer in autumn -LRB- when they were not too lazy -RRB- to make their winter dresses . They were very fond of music , but it was too much trouble to learn the piano or the violin ; and as for dancing , that would have been too great an exertion . So they sat on ant-hills all day long , and played on the Jews ' harp ; and , if the ants bit them , why they just got up and went to the next ant-hill , till they were bitten there likewise . And they sat under the flapdoodle-trees , and let the flapdoodle drop into their mouths ; and under the vines , and squeezed the grape-juice down their throats ; and , if any little pigs ran about ready roasted , crying , `` Come and eat me , '' as was their fashion in that country , they waited till the pigs ran against their mouths , and then took a bite , and were content , just as so many oysters would have been . They needed no weapons , for no enemies ever came near their land ; and no tools , for everything was readymade to their hand ; and the stern old fairy Necessity never came near them to hunt them up , and make them use their wits , or die . And so on , and so on , and so on , till there were never such comfortable , easy-going , happy-go-lucky people in the world . `` Well , that is a jolly life , '' said Tom . `` You think so ? '' said the fairy . `` Do you see that great peaked mountain there behind , '' said the fairy , `` with smoke coming out of its top ? '' `` Yes . '' `` And do you see all those ashes , and slag , and cinders lying about ? '' `` Yes . '' `` Then turn over the next five hundred years , and you will see what happens next . '' And behold the mountain had blown up like a barrel of gunpowder , and then boiled over like a kettle ; whereby one-third of the Doasyoulikes were blown into the air , and another third were smothered in ashes ; so that there was only one-third left . `` You see , '' said the fairy , `` what comes of living on a burning mountain . '' `` Oh , why did you not warn them ? '' said little Ellie .
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