Neither does my friend the Scarecrow.

But all my Winkie people eat, being formed of flesh, as you are, and so my tin cupboard is never bare, and strangers are always welcome to whatever it contains." The boy ate in silence for a time, being really hungry, but after his appetite was somewhat satisfied, he said: "How happened your Majesty to be made of tin, and still be alive ?" "That," replied the tin man, "is a long story." "The longer the better," said the boy.

"Won't you please tell me the story ?" "If you desire it," promised the Tin Woodman, leaning back in his tin throne and crossing his tin legs.

"I haven't related my history in a long while, because everyone here knows it nearly as well as I do.

But you, being a stranger, are no doubt curious to learn how I became so beautiful and prosperous, so I will recite for your benefit my strange adventures." "Thank you," said Woot the Wanderer, still eating.
"I was not always made of tin," began the Emperor, "for in the beginning I was a man of flesh and bone and blood and lived in the Munchkin Country of Oz.