"
"I have an idea," offered the Witch. "If the Tin Woodman could cut me
some long straight sticks and some rushes, I will make broomsticks for
all of us."
"Will they fly?" asked the Lion, nervously, looking at his new companion.
"Of course they will fly," replied the Witch. "Just because I am a
reformed witch doesn't mean I have forgotten my craft. The only
difference is I'll be using my magic for good instead of evil."
"Wonderful," said the Tin Woodman. "I'll get right to work."
"Oh, this is exciting," said Dorothy. "Imagine! Flying on a broomstick.
Now, what would Aunt Em think if she could see me? She'd probably faint."
The Tin Woodman returned with an armful of sticks. The Scarecrow and
Lions followed behind him, carrying rushes.
The Witch quickly got to work. She bound the rushes to the sticks with
vines that the had been gathered from the trees.
"There!" she said proudly. "Now we're ready to fly."
Everyone stooped to pick up a broom. "Looks like just an ordinary broom
to me," said the Scarecrow. "Will it really fly?"
"Not yet," said the Witch.
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