"Do my bidding, little bridge," ordered the Wicked Witch.
The bridge, which crossed over a clear brook, was now cursed.
"We ought to be at Mucnhkinville pretty soon, Scarecrow," said a voice in the distance.
The Witch hid herself as Dorothy, Toto and the Scarecrow came to the bridge.
"How far did that man back there say it was?"
"Two hoots and a holler down the road, he said."
And they found a sign that said Munchkin Ville: One Holler.
"We must be almost there then."
"Thank goodness!"
Suddenly, the Scarecrow tripped over a rock.
"There I go again," he said dizzily.."
"You ought to watch where you're going, Scarecrow," said Dorothy as she helped him up.
"I would if I had brains," said the Scarecrow brushing himself clean.
"Look at this cute little bridge crossing over the stream," said Dorothy.
"That's another thing Want to understand when I get some brains."
"What?"
"Why the call them bridges."
As they were crossing over the other side, the Witch's power went to work.
"We must be practically there by now," thought Dorothy.
"A holler to go that's all," said the Scarecrow happily. But then he tripped again. "That's funny!" he added.
"What?" said Dorothy.
"That looks like the same stone I just fell over."
"Stones are stones, Scarecrow."
"Look!" he cried. "Look at the sign!"
"It's pointing the wrong way!" said Dorothy.
"Or is it?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well if I had a brain," boasted ten Scarecrow, "I'd say it was the same sign."
"How can that be?" said Dorothy confused. "The other one points like this one."
"Does it?"
"I'll show you."
Dorothy and her friend crossed again only to end up back where they were.
"See?"
" You're right, Dorothy," said the Scarecrow looking at the 'other sign'. "Goes to show you what good brains will do right?"
Proof came when he tripped over the same stone. "That's the last time I take that trip." He said. He picked up the stone, threw it over the bridge and the delivery retuned to him knocking him to the floor.
Dorothy gasped. "Did you just see what I just saw, Scarecrow?"
"Yeah," he groaned getting up.
"How are we gonna get across?" thought Dorothy.
"Let's see," considered the Scarecrow. "Every tome we go in, we come out backwards, right?"
"Uh-huh."
"So all we have to do, is go in backwards and we'll come out right."
"Really?"
"Sure! Now walk backwards, Dorothy. That does it."
Soon, the Scarecrow joined in, but didn't prevail to solve the puzzle, as proven when the Scarecrow tripped over the rock again. "Or does it?" he groaned, getting up.
"Oh no," complained Dorothy. "We're right back where we started!"
"If only I could think," groaned the Scarecrow. "Let's see."
Very cautiously, the Scarecrow lowed a foot onto the bridge and it budged. He did it over and over and it did the same thing over and over.
"I know, Scarecrow!" cried Dorothy. "All we have to do is step on this side of the bridge and not move."
"It'll carry us over to the other side you mean?"
"Yes."
"That's great, Dorothy!" remarked the Scarecrow happily "All aboard!"
They held on tight, but the bridge stayed as it was.
"Giddy up!" ordered the Scarecrow.
"While it's still," deiced Dorothy, quietly thinking the bridge might hear, "Let's sneak over very quietly."
"Right," whispered the Scarecrow.
But it failed.
"Oh, look," said Dorothy upset.
"I see it," said the Scarecrow glumly.
"Looks like me and Toto are never going to get back to Kansas."
"Oh, you will too," smiled the Scarecrow comfortingly and supportively.
"Not if we don't cross that bridge!"
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," said the Scarecrow.
"But we have come to it!"
"Dorothy!" gasped the Scarecrow and whispered in her ear. "It can't move very fast. If we run, we can get to the other end before it even knows what happened."
"Let's try then," said Dorothy in a tone of hope.
"Alright," said the Scarecrow. "On your mark, get set, GO!"
Dorothy got to the other side but the Scarecrow was having problems: He was clinging on to the end of the bridge and it kept slowly spinning about like a merry-go-round.
"Jump, Scarecrow!" cried Dorothy.
"I'm trying!" he cried out. "But I'm afraid for my life!"
Suddenly, he jumped onto the side Dorothy was on.
"Drats!" snapped a voice behind them.
"Not so brainless after all, Scarecrow!" snapped the Witch. "But no matter. Some more lovely presents await you lot! Have fun while you can!"
And she disappeared cackling.
"So that's who was playing Bridge with us!" the Scarecrow put two-and-two.