For My Fave Wizard Of Oz Characters: I Love The Tin Man and The Tree :)
Rusted Solid
Before Dorothy Gale and The Scarecrow happened to tumble upon The Tin Man by the chance of looking for bright red apples which were earlier chucked by the talking grouchy trees; he has made a nickname of some sort for those trees; he likes to call them the two talking gits though he would never say it out loud.
The Tin-Man took out his usual's outside, the axe and the oil can. He looked at the dark forest, which he has no intention of ever wanting to visit; though sometimes he venues there to pick up some more wood though he never go any deeper than eight acres.
"Don't go chopping me down" the tree barked.
"Why would I chop you down?" Tin Man asked.
"The same reasons why you chop those other trees down" the tree replied, lobbing a big red apple at his head.
"I won't chop you down,I promise" Tin Man signed, feeling his head from the hit of the apple.
"You promise this, you promise that" the tree started ranting to himself. The Tin Man shook his head,before retreating slightly into the dark forest to collect more wood. One sound of a howl made him run faster than the wind as he entered the familiar acre of land again.
"You scared of a couple of farm animals?" The Tree asked, with a bellow of laughter.
"We both know that in those woods is a lot more than farm animals" Tin Man reminded him.
"I haven't seen anything" The Tree grunted.
"No, but you can clearly hear them" The Tin Man shivered, walking over to his axe.
"I can't,look at me I'm just stuck here something you be if you don't get inside" The Tree warned him,feeling a brush of wind blow his leafs.
"Nonsense, the sky is as fine as fine can be" The Tin Man insisted.
"Don't say I didn't warn you" The Tree told him.
"I am sure to make a note of it never happening" The Tin Man took out his axe.
"You know how it feels like to be stuck soon,except I can talk and you won't be able to" The Tree muttered.
The Tin Man started to chop down one tree, swinging the axe back and forward until the tree broke of like bread. He could feel the wind coming in though never thought anything of it and carried on chopping the tree. He felt drops of water. Though before he could do anything, he stopped half way through the second chop.
"I told you" he could hear The Tree say in the rain, with a chuckle
Fin