So they kept walking until Dorothy could stand no longer.

Her eyes closed in spite of herself and she forgot where she was and fell among the poppies, fast asleep.
"What shall we do ?" asked the Tin Woodman.
"If we leave her here she will die," said the Lion.

"The smell of the flowers is killing us all.

I myself can scarcely keep my eyes open, and the dog is asleep already." It was true; Toto had fallen down beside his little mistress.

But the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman, not being made of flesh, were not troubled by the scent of the flowers.
"Run fast," said the Scarecrow to the Lion, "and get out of this deadly flower bed as soon as you can.