Shaggy of beard, wrinkled and bent he seemed already an old man.
Come on, Shaggy Man, if you want me to show you the road to Butterfield.
"'Course not, Shaggy Man," replied Dorothy, giving him a severe look.
I was thinking, perhaps, a nice little Skye—like Shaggy, but smaller.
You might have Shaggy himself, if you like, while I am away.'
Shaggy Bear was in earnest and at once promised to do as he was told.
“I am going to suggest something for you to do, Shaggy,” he said.
Shaggy was as thin as a shadow, and his teeth chattered with the cold.
Toto was an especial friend of the Shaggy Man, and he knew every one else.
"And chew grass for our supper," added the Shaggy Man, laughing.