Nick Chopper

After a year, my jaw finally opened again. I meant my first word to be a greeting. What came out instead was the name of the oil's smell.

• The Cowardly LionNick, that's Nick's voice! Can I cry? No, wait, I'm already crying.
  Nick ChopperPlease, cry. For my share too.
  The Cowardly LionSaying that just makes more come out, you tin fool.
• The ScarecrowThe grass under your feet stayed flattened for a whole year. I think it thought you were still working.
  Nick ChopperI held the axe the whole time. That wasn't work.

My jaw has opened, but my right hand is still gripping the axe handle. I stood that way for a year, so I suppose my hand has its own reasons too.

• The ScarecrowYour hand always seems to know your own reasons before you do. When it's time to let go, it'll be your hand that decides, not you.
  Nick ChopperI hope so. I still don't know how to let go.
• The Cowardly LionDon't force it open. Just watching makes my fingers go numb.