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The Scarecrow and Dorothy were skipping down the road when they saw an apple tree.
“Gee, I’m hungry. We could use a little snack before we complete our journey.”
“Sure.”
The duo walked over to the apple tree and picked an apple.
“OW!”
“Did you say that, Dorothy?”
“No, did you?”
“NO, I DID!” the apple tree said. “MY FRUIT IS POLLUTED AND I AM SICK! HOW WOULD YOU LIKE IT IF I PICKED YOUR HAIR?”
“We wouldn’t-”
“SHUT UP!”
The apple tree was picking up fruit and throwing it at Dorothy and Scarecrow. One apple lunged past Dorothy and struck a sheet of metal which produced a loud clash…
Dorothy and the Scarecrow froze.
The apple tree stood still.
“What was that?” asked the Scarecrow.
“It hit that robot over there.”
“What robot?”
Dorothy pointed to a man – ah – you know what he looks like – and she walked towards it. It held an oil can in its right hand, and it was pointed towards an arm joint. She removed the can and lubricated all the joints, and then his mouth.
“Ahhhhhh!” The Tin Man exclaimed. “That feels so good! Eh – who are you?”
“I’m Dorothy and this is the Scarecrow. We are going to the Wizard of Pollution Land.”
“Really! Well, I’m sure I could use something there, too. About 16 years ago, acid rain fell down on me. As I was struggling to re-lubricate myself, I failed. So I stood like this since then. So – I need a lead umbrella.”
“Sure, we could go to the Wizard. He’s got everything.” said the Scarecrow.
“So, I’ll go! So, let’s go! Vamos!”
“Hey! What’s ‘Vamos’!” asked Dorothy.
“That’s ‘Let’s go’ in Spanish. I overheard that from Mexican terrorists running past me 5 years ago. Anyway, let’s go!”
“Vamos!” cried Scarecrow, and the trio held hands, skipping together down the Dirty Brick Road.
The Witch mumbled.
To be continued…
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