So he asked the Farmer to give him a couple of weeks off so that he could go and find a Scaregirl with a Pink Ribbon and a Nice Stitchy Smile to keep him company.
Witches can be like that.
I'm not the Bloody Queen you know. Now the Scarecrow was even unhappier than before and he thought he would never find Happiness. Cut to Next Field. Oh said theScarecrow half Happy and half Worried about the dangerous number of Helps and other words beginning with heavily pronounced Hs in her last sentence. What Real Witches Can Do With A Tube Of Toothpaste and a Wand Extention and off they went together to the Scarecrow's Field.