The Magic Art of the Great Humbug

Next morning the Scarecrow said to his friends:
"Congratulate me, I am going to Oz to get my brains at last. When I return I shall be as other men are."
"I have always liked you as you were," said Dorothy simply.
"It is kind of you to like a Scarecrow," he replied.
"But surely you will think more of me when you hear the splendid thoughs my new brain is going to trun out."
Then he said good-bye to them all in a cheerful voice "good-bye and went to the Throne Room, where he rapped upon the door.
"Come in," said Oz.
The Scarecrow went in and found the little man sitting down by the window, engaged in deep thought.
"I have come for my brains," remarked the Scarecrow, a little uneasily.
"Oh, yes,; sit down in that chair, please," replied Oz.
"You must excuse me for taking your head off, but I shall have to do it in order to put your brains in their proper place."
"That's all right," said the Scarecrow. "You are quite welcome to take my head off, as long as it will be a better one when you put it on again."