He needs to rattle his tin for a heart.

The other battles his spirit for courage.

Another leaves a straw mantle for a real brain.

Heart.

Courage.

Brain.

Dorothy in blue, perpetually blue, longing for her home, guided by the glowing west witch floating down with hints, clues and red shoes. Along the yellow brick road to a wizard with a loyal, tough dog named Toto guarding them from the green east witch like a swirling black blizzard.

Get a beating heart.

Win a courageous roaring battles.

Outwit the green witch and find a brain.

Only to find the wizard, a façade, a tiny man with no real plan and Dorothy could have clicked the red sparkling pumps three times, and have gone home at anytime.

Dorothy’s blue mood renewed. Back in her room in Kansas, surrounded by her loved ones full of heart, courage and brains.