Some people without brains do an awful lot of talking, don't you think? - L. Frank Baum

The queerness doesn't matter so long as they're friends.

Glossie looked around at the houses. The snow was quite deep in that village, and just before them was a roof only a few feet above the sledge. A broad chimney, which seemed to Glossie big enough to admit Claus, was at the peak of the roof. “Why don’t you climb down that chimney?” asked Glossie. Claus looked at it. “That would be easy enough if I were on top of the roof,” he answered. “Then hold fast and we will take you there,” said the deer, and they gave one bound to the roof and landed beside the big chimney. “Good!” cried Claus, well pleased, and he slung the pack of toys over his shoulder and got into the chimney.

"But why fight at all, in that case?" asked the girl. "So I may die with a clear conscience," returned the Wizard, gravely. "It's every man's duty to do the best he knows how; and I'm going to do it."