RustThe night had fallen on the yellow brick road when the four wayfarers had a break in their journey to Emerald City.More Like This
The Lion was the first one who fell asleep on the edge of the road, neglecting to find a more suitable couch. The girl laughed as her little curious dog ambled up to sniff the sleeping beast and then lay down as well, wagging his tail. She sat down and someway lit a fire, as the man of straw kept a safe distance and looked at her curiously, still anxiously.
By that fire Tin Man is now sitting, polishing his own axe that time, weather, and uselessness made rusty. He doesn't need to sleep, and maybe that's why he can think so clearly at night.
Though his effort, Tin Man still can't understand.
On the opposite side of the fire, beside the two animals which sleep together, the girl fell asleep hanging her head on the Scarecrow's straw knees. The Scarecrow cannot sleep, either; so he's been there sitting for a long time minutes? Hours? watching the girl, the usua