The Tin Woodman banged on the door with his fist.
"Go away!" shouted the guardian.
The Tin Woodman banged on the door again, this time using his ax handle.
"I said, GO AWAY!" The guardian was obviously getting quite perturbed.
"What shall we do now?" asked the Tin Woodman.
"Let me try a different tactic," said Dorothy. She knocked on the door
lightly and said, "Please open the door. We can explain."
The little door opened slowly. "I'll say you need to explain," said the
guardian. "Nobody has a Wicked Witch for a friend -- except another
Wicked Witch."
"Well, I'm not a Wicked Witch," said Dorothy. "I'm a friend of the
Scarecrow's."
"She's not," said the guardian. "And she's not a friend of the
Scarecrow's. And if she's your friend, your scarecrow must be an
impostor!" With that, the door slammed shut again.
"Now what?" said the Scarecrow. "He doesn't even believe I'm really me!"
"I have an idea," said Dorothy. "Knock on the door again."
The Tin Woodman knocked loudly.
"What is it this time?" said the guardian impatiently, while opening the
little door slightly.
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