It was a dark night in the Emerald City. I was sitting in my office smokin’ a cigar when I saw a shape running up my street. It was the Lion. I first saw the Lion a coupla years ago. He was on the Tube, with some broad,a metal guy and a scarecrow gettin’ recognized for bravery. What a laugh. The Lion wouldn’t know bravery if it hit him in the face. Hard. With a frying pan.
But that wasn’t when I really got to know him. That was when I saw him in Wogglebug’s Pub. He was sittin’ in the corner like he’d been doin’ it for a long time. Which he probably had. Anyways, he had a mug of ale in his hand and a depressed look on his face. I went over to him ‘cause I recognized him from the Tube and was hope’n he could get my agency on the Tube. But instead when I mentioned the broad to him, he got all teary and talked him missing her. He clearly meant to spend his days in the pub, paying for the tab by be’in a bouncer when Wogglebug needed one.
So that’s why I was surprised to see the Lion running up my street.
The Lion burst into my office like a train. “Ya gotta help me, Heck!” he said. “Ya gotta help me-he-he-hehehee”
“What seems to be the problem?” I queried.
“It’s the Woodsman! He’s dehehehead. I kikikilled him!”
“Now calm down,” I said. “Where is he? What happened?”
The Lion began his story, still sobbing “I was just having a drink, and he came by and told me to stop, it wasn’t good for me.” He hiccuped, then continued. “I didn’t want to stop, ‘cause I was missing Dorthy so bad.”
He’d been down right depressed.
The Lion continued. “But he told me, and told me to stop, and I think he touched me on the neck, ‘cause I felt metal and the next thing I knew I was standing over the Woodsman and his hheart, his hheart, was impaled on my claws and everyone in the bar was ddead!”
So he killed the whole bar, and he wasn’t on the run, had in fact brought himself to the closest thing this town had to a regular police force? Sheesh, that takes some guilt. I decided it was time to check out the crime scene.
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