I plan to finish the 100 challenge eventually, I promise. It's just taking a lot longer than I had planned.
Just so you know, I haven't read the 8th book yet, so pardon any horrible errors and contradictory information.
"I think that's the last one," Sabrina said to her sister in a relieved tone.
"The last straw?" Daphne asked, "Now we just have to—"
"Put it all back where it came from, and then we can go home right?" Sabrina said, "because I am exhausted"
"We're not done yet, Sabrina," Daphne said tentatively. She could tell her sister was not going to like what was coming.
"What do you mean 'we're not done'? Of course we are. We got all the straw," Sabrina replied, quickly becoming upset. They had been collecting pieces of the Scarecrow in the library for over two hours. He had had one of his many accidents because of his extreme clumsiness; pieces of the Scarecrow had flown all over the building, leaving the straw-man very nearly completely empty. Since the girls had been there when it happened, they decided that they could help out, especially since it didn't seem like he was going to be able to collect himself. She hadn't thought it would take nearly as long as it had, how hard could it be to collect straw?
Daphne bit her lip as she tried to think of a mild way to phrase the problem they were now facing.
"We just have to put the straw back into him right?" Sabrina continued.
"Well," Daphne began, "not entirely. When Oz gave him a brain—"
Sabrina cut her off, "I thought he just gave him a diploma because he was already so smart."
Daphne shook her head. "Oz stuffed his head with bran…" she trailed off and gestured behind her.
That was when Sabrina realized what the substance was that coated a section of the library. "Oh no."
"Yeah, I know," Daphne said mournfully. Picking up all of the bran would be extremely time-consuming if they had to do it by hand.
"Tell me we don't have to pick that entire mess up," Sabrina said with something between outrage and despair in her voice.
"Maybe there's a vacuum cleaner?" Daphne suggested sheepishly. She decided not to mention the pins and needles that had been added to the bran. There was no need to upset Sabrina any further. "I'll look for the vacuum real quick," she said, as she ran to the back of the library where she assumed there would be a closet with cleaning supplies.
Sabrina started trying to scoop the bran into a pile, and one of the needles pricked her hand. "Ouch," she muttered, and then she noticed the rest of the small sharp objects. "Daphne…"
Oh no, she saw them.
Sabrina held up one of them for Daphne to see, "What is this?" she asked, somewhat accusingly.
"They proved he was sharp…"
Sabrina shrieked in frustration. "This is the last straw!"