Especially as each of us begins to listen more to our
inner self and less to the outer self."
"Look!" said the Scarecrow. "The witch! She moved!"
Everyone ran over to her. But she was as still as ever. "I'm sure I saw
her leg move," said the Scarecrow.
"Maybe she's not quite dead," the Lion said.
"Quick! Take my hat!" shouted the Tin Woodman to the Scarecrow. "Get
some water."
"But it's got a hole in it," said the Scarecrow.
"Well, put your finger over it," said the Lion.
"I don't think my finger will hold water," replied the Scarecrow. "It's
filled with straw."
"I'd better go," said Dorothy. "In the meantime, slap her face."
"I'll be glad to!" said the Scarecrow. Dorothy ran over to a little
stream and filled the Tin Woodman's funnel-hat with water. She walked
back as quickly as she could and threw the water in the witch's face.
The witch moved ever so slightly, but did not awaken.
"Well, she's still alive, all right," said Dorothy.
"That's amazing," said the Lion. "But what is even more amazing is that
the water didn't melt her away like it did her sister.
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