Food
Dorothy smiles up at the Scarecrow and Tin Man as they walk down the road.
"What's your favorite food?" she asks innocently.
The Tin Man seems to be in pain.
"I don't eat anymore. Not since the Wicked Witches made me like this," he said bitterly.
"Oh."
"And I've been a scarecrow all my life, so I've never eaten," the straw man lies.
"Well, what was your favorite food," she asks.
The Tin Man smiled at her, remembering how she found him in the orchard.
"I was always fond of apples."