"It really is nice out here," he agreed with a grin. "I wasn't aware that air could be too clean or too dirty." The thought of dirty air was hard to visualize. Maybe it would be darker and thicker? And harder to breathe? That didn't sound pleasant.

Pulling his pen from his journal, the Scarecrow took note of these new locations with his pen, adding little arrows and an X for New Jersey and another X for Boston. He never knew when he might need such information, after all. He was about to return it to its home between the pages of his journal when another question crossed his mind.

He continued with a new thought: "Now, where would Kansas be in relation to these two points?"