The Tin Woodman sniffled. "But he's our friend..."
"Don't start crying. Remember, we don't have any more oil!" The Scarecrow ran over to his friend's face and wiped the tears away with his sleeve. He put his arm around the metal shoulders. It's going to be very difficult, but we'll have to leave the Lion here to sleep on forever. Perhaps he'll dream that he has found his courage at last."
A rustling noise in nearby bushes garnered their attention. A little gray field mouse scampered out from the low branches. A wildcat, twice the size of Toto, followed closely behind.
The cat's pointy ears were back and her two tails twitched as she ran. Her opened mouth displayed two rows of sharp teeth. The cat was on a mission – to kill the cute mouse!
The mouse's squeals for help awakene
