[vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_column_text]Yesterday there seemed to be no possibility of getting her hands specially after her head, she attempted yesterday getting her head down to them, and was delighted to find that her neck would bend about easily in any direction, like a serpent. She had just succeeded in curving it down into a graceful zigzag, and was going to dive in among the leaves.
She found to be nothing but the tops of the trees under which she had been wandering, when a sharp hiss made her draw back in a hurry: a large pigeon had flown into her face, and was beating her violently with its wings and then Dorothy took the Tin Woodman’s long pole and helped push the raft to the land[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][prkwp_spacer size=”-30″ el_class=”show_later”][bquote type=”cropped_corners” prk_in=”They were all tired out when they reached the shore at last and stepped off upon the pretty green grass, and they also knew that the stream had carried them a long way past the road of yellow brick that led to the Emerald City.”][prkwp_spacer size=”10″][vc_column_text]So he sprang into the water, and the Tin Woodman caught fast hold of his tail. Then the Lion began to swim with all his might toward the shore. It was hard work, although he was so big; but by and by they were drawn out of the current.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row]