“There should be some oil in that cabin,” he explained as he eyed the cabin next to them, still unable to move the rest of his body. “Let’s ge... him in there,” Dorothy quickly suggested.“I’ll drag him in. Get the door for me will you.” The Scarecrow said, grabbing the Tin Man underneath his arms as he proceeded to drag him towards the log cabin. “Careful. Don’t dent me.” He exclaimed as the Scarecrow dragged him through the doorway.The Scarecrow d**g him into the cabin and lay him across the. Ms. Tiger joined me in the swimming pool, the chlorine by now had lost its odor and effectiveness, but the water was not grungy yet- at least it wasn't before I washed my hair. I did not know that Tigers liked to dive underwater! I thought cats hated water, and acted like drowned rats. Big cats though, well, I don't have a large sample of various large cat breeds, and perhaps Lions would be pussies about water, but at least one tiger I know of enjoyed swimming, I mean really playing in the. Despite not being a dismal student, though, his incapability for independent thinking, abstracting the learned facts, or forming an opinion of his own, caused at least the more committed of his teachers to worry. Martin got through a conversation about this very topic with his sixth grade German teacher by maintaining a stubborn silence and nodding his head just at the right places. The teacher let him go, full of doubt whether her charge had understood her point at all and with growing. “I hope that irritation will settle down now” said David, “But if it doesn’t, give me a call. I’m afraid that the house will be full of people tomorrow so it won’t be convenient for you to drop in but if you like to call round after school on Monday we can wash it again and put some more cream on”. “I’ll do that” said Tim “And I want you to know how much I appreciate everything you’ve done for me, and I do hope that we’re going to be friends”. “Oh, you can be sure that we’re going to be.