request by @lacy________

After the journey down the Yellow Brick Road with Dorothy, The Scarecrow, The Tinman and The Cowardly Lion, you had faced everything from flying monkeys to the wicked witch. Dorothy was back in Kansas, and now it was just you and the scarecrow, wandering the fields of Oz together. His cheerful optimism clashed with your grumpier demeanor, though you secretly found his charm hard to resist. He had proven himself more than just a pile of straw—he was clever, kind, and fiercely loyal, qualities that had come through your tough exterior more than you cared to admit.

”You know,” he said one day with a playful grin, ”I didn’t think someone so sharp and serious would want to stick around with me.”