His grip on his axe in his hand loosened and tightened as they stood on that grassy hill, surrounded by the colorful variates of flowers. Tinman almost never had to use his axe for anything except chopping wood. The few occasions he used it for something else were not pleasant times for anyone but the axe itself He let out a sigh before placing his free hand on his best friend's shoulder "It saddens and angers me sometimes, Scarecrow. Do you ever wonder why Dorothy wanted to go back to Kansas?"