The Scarecrow nodded. "It seems so. I saw it last night- or enough of it, anyway. My friend Dorothy was in it, and the Tin Man and the Lion, and even the Wicked Witch of the West." His brow furrowed. "Well, it looked just like them, and sounded like them, but Sangamon- he was with me last night- seemed so sure it wasn't really us. Just look-alikes."
He paused and finally took a bite of the bread he'd been prodding with his fork for the past several minutes. "It's strange enough thinkin' that someone else not only knew about Oz, but brought the story of Dorothy's defeat of the Wicked Witch back to wherever they came from and made this movie about it. Or maybe Dorothy told someone when she finally got back to Kansas, and they made the movie. Either way, I'm pretty sure we don't have anything like those where I come from." Having once been the wisest man in Oz, he was quite sure of that.
"And apparently, people do look at it as some sort of make-believe," the Scarecrow continued, feeling that worried look creeping onto his face. "I guess it's hard for some folks to believe something they can't see with their own two eyes."
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He paused and finally took a bite of the bread he'd been prodding with his fork for the past several minutes. "It's strange enough thinkin' that someone else not only knew about Oz, but brought the story of Dorothy's defeat of the Wicked Witch back to wherever they came from and made this movie about it. Or maybe Dorothy told someone when she finally got back to Kansas, and they made the movie. Either way, I'm pretty sure we don't have anything like those where I come from." Having once been the wisest man in Oz, he was quite sure of that.
"And apparently, people do look at it as some sort of make-believe," the Scarecrow continued, feeling that worried look creeping onto his face. "I guess it's hard for some folks to believe something they can't see with their own two eyes."