Once
a beloved but clumsy wood cutter, the Tin Man had become a monster
since he took control of the forest in a bloody coup. People dreaded
the coming of his “justice” which fell upon them as quickly as
the blade of his axe. He was a heartless tyrant who cared nothing for
his subjects. There were attempts to overthrow him, but most weapons
the poor peasants could fashion deflected effortlessly off his metal
body, and they learned soon enough that the few that could puncture
his iron hyde did nothing, for the Tin Man was as hollow as he was
heartless, a foul ghost trapped in an empty metal suit. So great a
dissatisfaction cannot go unaddressed, however, and though they dared
not speak their thoughts aloud for fear of his axe and they could no
more assassinate him than change his mind, they resorted to an
anonymous protest, crafting men of tin cans and leaving them hanging
from the trees of the forest and the poles in town.
- Originally mailed to J. Cox of New Orleans, Louisiana
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