[Rob Stuart]

Can we see them, Brian?

This was mine, for what it's worth.

Some years after Scarecrow had helped to defeat the Wicked Witch of the West, a nostalgic longing led him to return to Munchkin Country. There, in a field not unlike the one he had once called home, he happened upon a beautiful Lady Scarecrow with a head made of finest burlap and long, golden hair of the very best straw. Scarecrow instantly fell in love with her, as fairy tale characters will, and she with him.
‘Say that you'll be mine for ever!’ he cried.
‘I will, I will!’ she replied.
They pulled each other to the ground and rolled around amongst the cabbages, kissing passionately as they tore at one another’s tatty clothing.
Suddenly Scarecrow broke away from her.
‘What’s wrong?’ Lady Scarecrow asked.
‘What a chump I’ve been!’ he wailed. ‘Why the hell did I waste my only wish on asking the Wizard for a brain?’