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"Well I'm sorry but," the Scarecrow started, "What about the heart you promised the Tin Bird? Or the courage that Lion wants so badly?"

"Si! And Scarecrow's brain!" the Lion added.

"What? Don't be preposterous!" the Rabbit said, looking up at the tall man made of straw. "You don't need them my dear boy, for you learn something new each and every day. For example, a babe has brains but doesn't know much. Yet experience is the only one true thing that brings you knowledge. And the longer you are upon the green earth the more experience, thus brains, you are ever to achieve."

It took the Scarecrow a few moments to think that through. "Well... okay, that might be right. But I'd still like to be able to have some brains in my head."

The Rabbit once again observed him, before hopping away to a door which held a vast black bag from his travels in the past. He pulled it out, and rummaged within. "I might not be a fine magician, as I said. But..." he pulled something out but held it fast in his hands. "Follow me, sir. I shall give you new brains; they may take a while for you to get used to but once you do, you will be very wise indeed."

The Scarecrow's painted on grin seemed to get even bigger, and he waved his friends off as he and the fake Oz walked away into another room. There he sat on a chair, and the Rabbit removed his head - in order to put in new brains, you understand. He emptied out the straw, then from what he pulled from his bag he emptied into the red sack that was the Scarecrow's head. First went in bran, then some pins, grains, and needles. He mixed them up, then resecured the Scarecrow's head onto his neck. "And from here on in, Scarecrow, you shall know many a wondrous thing for I have given you bran-new brains." the Rabbit declared as he tied the head finally.

It may have been a trick of course, but knowing he actually held brains, finally, within his head the Scarecrow was besides himself with joy. To us, who have read this story, know all too well the Scarecrow was smart all the time, all he needed to do was believe in himself. It was a difficult thing to do, when made of straw and so easily set alight by a lighted match. But to feel, and known, be told he had brains? It brought on such a brand new wave of confidence when he returned to his friends he announced quite proudly he had brains.

"...why've you got pins sticking out of your head?" Bloo asked.

"It is meaning he is sharp!" the Lion said, grinning widely at his friend. Mac and Bloo both felt it was something else, but they left it at that. They hadn't seen the Scarecrow so happy before, so who were they to ruin his beliefs?

"So my dear Tin Bird," the Rabbit had returned and looked to the Tin Bird. "You were requesting a heart, true?"

"Coco!" the Tin Bird replied happily, hopeful she was to receive what she wanted.

"I still believe you are better off without one. Hearts are the foray of man, and bird, kind. They shan't be useful until you can make them unbreakable."

"...co co coco." she replied, saying she did indeed still want one. She wanted to feel that she could love, be loved, and everything else a heart could bring to someone. She wanted to feel joy, happiness, even sadness that comes with it.

"Very well, follow me." he lead her away into the same room. Sitting on the same chair the Scarecrow had, he went to work. He told her to close her eyes, and she did obediently even if she wasn't happy with learning that the Wizard was a Rabbit. But he was giving her a heart, so she wasn't one to argue. Using some smouldering tools he had brought with him from his travels he opened up a small square compartment on her chest before holding out a heart. Well, it was a bright red heart, with a small clock in the centre and it ticked loudly and proudly. Working quickly he deposited it into her chest, and weld the square shut again. "Open your eyes."

Once the Tin Bird did, she honestly did feel it. She felt the slight weight in her chest, and in her ears if she listened hard enough she could hear the ticking of a heart beat. Her eyes watered up, threatening to spill and rust herself all over again but she released a few' cocos' of thanks to the Rabbit, saying even if he was a humbug and a fake Wizard he was still great for giving her a heart after so long of wanting one. Once she returned to the group all had to put an ear to her chest to hear her brand new heart ticking.

The Rabbit took a moment of his time to look over the Lion. He wondered how a creature so huge could be so easily terrified, and given what he has indeed faced within the Witch's castle, why hadn't he realised himself just how courageous he was? Still, he had a job and a promise to keep. Leading the Lion through the door the Wizard looked through the bag he had pulled items from before, this time retrieving a bottle. Its label was in a language no Ozian could understand, but the Rabbit formerly known as Oz did. He got a bowl and poured it in, before setting it down in front of him. The Lion stared at the liquid. "Que es that?" he asked, pointing.

"It's courage." the Rabbit replied.

The Lion took a cautious sniff. It smelt horrid. "Courage?" he asked again.