Yay! Chapter 2! NOTE TO READERS: THE CHARACTERS WILL SING! YES, YOU HEARD ME CORECTLY. THEY WILL SING. ONLY A FEW SONGS THOUGH. Disclaimer: I do not own any rights to anything Oz. I do own a flight license for riding my broom throughout the Ozian sky though.
Disclaimer: I did not write the songs. I just put them in to keep continuity. Please do not drop a house on me!
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"Nooo! I've come to an innntersection!" the girl whined to nobody imperticular. The dog simply wagged its tail and followed the youngster. "Where am I supposed to gooooo?!?"
Fiyero was very tired of her whining very quickly. He decided he should help her. Maybe then she would leave him alone and stop whining.
"Well you could go this way, that way, or these ways," Fiyero said as he pointed out each route.
"Did he just move his arms, Toto? No, no. He couldn't he?" the girl asked completely puzzled.
"My answer remains the same," Fiyero said and re-pointed everything out.
"He did, didn't he?! I guess he's not much help though," she said to the dog.
"I beg your pardon," Fiyero replied somewhat offended.
"I mean, can't you just make up your mind? I'm kinda in a hurry," the child said as she picked up the scrawny black dog.
He couldn't tell her why he didn't know where anything was. Fiyero had to cover, and fast.
"That's, um, a bit of a problem for me because all I have is straw. No brains,"
"Well then," the girl reasoned, how can you talk if you have no brains?"
This came out more snobbish than she had meant.
"Well, some people who have no brains talk an awful lot!" Fiyero snapped back.
Dorothy nodded, realizing he was right. Many of the naughty boys in her school back home in Kansas had just that combination. Fortunately she did not see that it was truly an insult aimed at a silly little girl in a blue checked pinafore.
"I really do need some help though," she said with a desperate tone.
"I could be a little more help if you could get me down from here," Fiyero told her. He was still, if you remember, attached to the pole, dangling a couple feet off the ground.
After a few minutes of trial and error, they found a lever in the back of the pole, pushed it, and Fiyero fell to the ground. He dusted himself off and thanked her.
"Well perhaps we should exchange names," she said calmly, "My name is Dorothy. Oh! And this is Toto, my dog," She pointed out the barking mass of black fur.
Fiyero was blinded by the sudden politeness.
"My name is Fi-,"he stopped and realized giving his true name to a complete stranger was not such a good idea seeing that the Gale Force would tear him apart if they found out he was still alive. He needed a new name, and quick!
"My name is...Scarecrow!"
He had said the first thing that came to his mind. He was, if you remember, not the sharpest student at Shiz. But this was a simple ten year old. And she didn't seem to know much of anything. How hard could it be to fool her?
"Scarecrow," she repeated as if to etch it into her brain, "Scarecrow. Why were you up there, Scarecrow?"
"I'm here to...uh..."
'Think, Fiyero! Think!' he told himself.
"I'm here to...um...scare the crows! Yeah! That's it!"
He stopped and attempted to frighten one of the birds eating the corn in the field. The crow made a noise that sounded very close to a laugh and continued to feast on the banquet of food that lay before him.
"As you can see, I'm not very good at it," Fiyero sighed.
"Well maybe if you had a brain you could scare the crows," Dorothy said, very pleased with her own thoughts.
'Even with my brain I can't scare the stupid crows. It's not much, but I have a brain nonetheless.'
"I could do lots of things if I had a brain. I could...I could..." Fiyero said as he broke into song.
"I could while away the hours
Conferrin' with the flowers
Consultin' with the rain
And my head, I'd be scratchin'
While my thoughts were busy hatchin'
If I only had a brain.
I'd unravel ev'ry riddle
For any individ'le
In trouble or in pain "
"With the thoughts you'd be thinkin'" Dorothy chimed in,
"You could be another Lincoln,
If you only had a brain."
"Oh, I could tell you why," Fiyero continued,
"The ocean's near the shore,
I could think of things I never thunk before
And then I'd sit and think some more.
I would not be just a nuffin'
My head all full of stuffin'
My heart all full of pain.
I would dance and be merry
Life would be a ding-a-derry
If I only had a brain!" sang as he began to dance about. Fiyero had always loved to dance, but he tripped up during his steps because he was still getting used to his new limbs and body. During his dance, some straw fell out of his stomach. Dorothy screeched thinking her new friend was going to die. Fiyero rolled his eyes.
"I'm fine. I don't bleed or anything," he said as he stuffed the straw back into his stomach.
"I thought you were really hurt!" Dorothy said, extremely relieved that she wasn't lining up another murder.
"Well, the only thing that could hurt me," Fiyero reasoned, "would be a lighted match."
He shuddered. He never really was fond of fire. Now that he was extremely flammable, he didn't even want to think about a flame.
"So you are looking for some brains," Dorothy said to mostly to herself, as if creating some plan.
"Uh...yeah," Fiyero said slowly, curious as to what the ten year old was concocting in her head.
"Well, I'm going to see the Wizard to try to get back home. I bet you he could give you some brains!" the youngster exclaimed.
'This child may allow me to expose the Wizard for what he truly is,' Fiyero realized.
"You think he would?" Fiyero asked.
"No reason not to," Dorothy replied.
"So, to the Wizard!" Fiyero shouted.
"To the Wizard!" she shouted back.
"So," Fiyero said as they began to walk down the road, "where did you say you were trying to get back to?"
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Hope you liked that. Now please review or I will turn you all to scarecrows and burst you into flames!! ::begins to flip through spellbook::