"Your fairy magic may not be able to accomplish all things, sweet Polychrome, but it works splendidly on tin.

Thank you very much." "The hay--the hay!" pleaded the Scarecrow's head.
"Oh, yes; the hay," said Woot.

"What are you waiting for, Captain Fyter ?" At once the Tin Soldier set to work cutting hay with his sword and in a few minutes there was quite enough with which to stuff the Scarecrow's body.

Woot and Polychrome did this and it was no easy task because the hay packed together more than straw and as they had little experience in such work their job, when completed, left the Scarecrow's arms and legs rather bunchy.

Also there was a hump on his back which made Woot laugh and say it reminded him of a camel, but it was the best they could do and when the head was fastened on to the body they asked the Scarecrow how he felt.
"A little heavy, and not quite natural," he cheerfully replied; "but I'll get along somehow until we reach a straw-stack.