I Do Not Own Tin Man

Wyatt Needs A Father

I Do Not Own Tin Man.

In a large open field somewhere in the OZ, a tornado spun for a moment before disappearing into nothing. Where the tornado had ended stood a herd of about twenty horses, fifteen cattle, thirty goats, twelve sheep, and five hogs. In the middle of the herd of animals stood a woman and a three year old boy next to them set a wagon in side set a group of cages and few large wooden boxes and a couple rolls of wire.

"That was so cool! Are we home Mommy?" The blonde little boy's blue eyes sparkled hopping up and down. The boy's mother smiled down at him her own eyes shining. "Yes Wyatt we are home." The little boy's smile grew wider. "Now we just have to find our new house." The little boy giggled pointing towards a house at the end of the field. "What about there?" The woman looked in the direction her son pointed to see a worn down cabin. For some unknown reason the house looked familiar to the woman but she couldn't place why. The woman grabbed the bridal if the large horse that had all the tact needed for it to pull the wagon already on. "Get in the wagon Wyatt." The little boy climbed up onto the buck board and seat down grinning mischievously at his mother that at the moment had all of her attention on the big bay stallion. "Momma guess what?" His mother continues buckling the snaps but hummed to let the boy know she was listening. "Aunty Em gave me my birthday present before we left."

Aunty Em was am elderly lady that they had met when Wyatt's mother decided to return home to the OZ. Wyatt's mother had wanted to make sure that she and her son survived in the strange world. Aunty Em had been looking for someone to take the majority of her animals and fell in love with Wyatt at first sight. The elderly woman didn't have any grandchildren yet so the chance to play grandmother to someone had thrilled her. Em had known that one day the mother and son pair would leave and so she spent as much time with the small child as she could. Wyatt's mother could still remember Em standing on that porch watching as they prepared to leave. Wyatt had run to Em one last time before they left hugging the woman and promising to be a good boy. Em had looked up at Wyatt's mother smiled, "Now Gayle Cain when you get back to the other side I want you to find Wyatt a father and have a lot more little ones you hear." The statement had made Gayle choke looking at the woman like she had lost her ever loving mind. The old woman was probably still laughing.

"MOMMY!" Gayle jerked her self back into the present to see her son staring at her holding a red ball of fluff. "See what Aunty Em gave me. His name is Nono." Gayle made a mental note to strangle Em if she ever saw the old bat again.