"Oh," said Dorothy, "of course! I should have realized. Oh, well, we'll soon be in the Emerald City. Then we'll get rid of these distinguishing clothes."
"How are we going to get back, Dorothy?" asked the Scarecrow.
"That's a good question," replied Dorothy. "It's just too far to walk."
"I have an idea," offered the Witch. "If the Tin Woodman could cut me some long straight sticks and some rushes, I will make broomsticks for all of us."
"Will they fly?" asked the Lion, nervously, looking at his new companion.
"Of course they will fly," replied the Witch. "Just because I am a reformed witch doesn't mean I have forgotten my craft. The only difference is I'll be using my magic for good instead of evil."
"Wonderful," said the Tin Woodman. "I'll get right to work."
"Oh, this is exciting," said Dorothy. "Imagine! Flying on a broomstick. Now, what would Aunt Em think if she could see me? She'd probably faint."
The Tin Woodman returned with an armful of sticks. The Scarecrow and Lions followed behind him, carrying rushes.
The Witch quickly got to work. She bound the rushes to the sticks with vines that the had been gathered from the trees.