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Dorothy sat dejectedly on the tree stump. "Now we've got to find a way
to get you all out of here," she said, cupping her face in hands.
Suddenly, the stump began to sink. "Oh, my!" cried Dorothy, jumping up.
As she did so, there were several loud popping sounds. The mechanism
that had sucked her friends into the ground had now reversed itself. One
by one, they all popped out like corks from a bottle.
The last one to pop out was the witch. However, unlike the others, her
body lay lifeless upon the ground.
"You must have released the suction by sitting on the tree stump," said
the Scarecrow.
"Yes," Dorothy replied. "Now we know what the witch was trying to tell us."
"Too late for her," said the Tin Woodman, looking at her lifeless form.
"She's deader than a door-nail."
They all walked over to where the witch lay. "It would be a beautiful
world if all the bad people in it were dead," said the Lion.
"I wonder why God lets bad people live," said the Scarecrow. "Sometimes
a good person dies young, while a bad person may live a long life.
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