"And so, let the records show that it was the courage of the lion, the brain of the scarecrow, and the heart of the tin man tha

"And so, let the records show that it was the courage of the lion, the brain of the scarecrow, and the heart of the tin man that rid us of the horrible wicked witch!" The crowds of Ozians around her cheered and celebrated, dancing and singing with the news of the death of Elphaba. Though everyone adored and admired Glinda the Good, this particular celebration was centralized around the 3 heroes who liberated there country from wickedness. The three unlikely champions stood in the center of the celebration, with the Lion purring loudly, the Scarecrow beaming with self absorbed pride, and the Tin Man, who surprisingly looked depressed and lonely.

She still radiates with beauty, Boq though to himself as he looked onto his star-crossed lover with a lustful ambition. Well, it seems that I have finally got Glinda's attention (somewhat), and a heart (sort of), but I still feel so lost and unhappy. It's probably just the fact I'm still so jealous of Fiyero; he did absolutely nothing, but he won the girl (my girl), was appointed to Captain, and for all I know, has planned a wonderful wedding with Glinda and will live happily ever after. It's not like I could possibly win her back, I mean look at me! If she had nothing to do with me before, there's no way she would ever like me now. Uhhh…you got to get your mind off her. Speaking of mind, may be the Scarecrow can bring me out of my sorrows.

The Tin Man turned to his right, where the Scarecrow had originally been standing, to discover he was gone. He looked all around, through the mobs of people, and still no sight of his familiar awkwardly shaped body and canvas, painted face.