Dorothy took some bread and put on the silver shoes. Then she walked along the road of yellow brick with Toto. At noon she sat down beside a cornfield. In the field there was a scarecrow on a pole. Dorothy looked at him, and the scarecrow winked one eye at her. "Good day," he said. "Can you get me down?" Dorothy lifted him off the pole. He was light, because he was made of straw. "Who are you?" she asked. "I have no brains," said the Scarecrow sadly. "My head is full of straw. Will the great Oz give me brains?" "I do not know," said Dorothy, "but you can come with me and ask him." So the Scarecrow walked beside her on the yellow road. He could not eat and he could not sleep, but he could talk all night.