They were walking along the road, when suddenly they heard a groan in the forest.

- What is it? - asked Allie with fear.

“I have no idea,” answered the Scarecrow. - Come see.

The moan came again. They began to wade through the thicket. Soon they saw some figure among the trees. Ellie ran up and stopped with a cry of amazement. A man who was entirely made of iron stood in the hands of a notched tree with a high raised ax.

- Did you moan? - asked Allie.

“Yes ...” replied the iron man. - For a whole year nobody has come to help me ...

- What do you need to do? She asked, touched by the stranger's mournful voice.

“My joints are rusty and I can't move.” But, if I smear, I will be as good as new.

- And who are you? - asked Pedrila.

- I am the Iron Gomosek!

Ellie brought a butter dish:

- Where to lubricate?

“First the neck, then the arms.” - answered Iron Man.

Ellie began to lubricate the joints, and the Scarecrow gently raised and lowered the hands of the homosexual, until they really became like new. Then Iron Man took a deep breath and threw the ax. Brushing his legs so that he could move them freely, the Iron Gomosek told his story:

- I am a woodcutter. As an adult, I decided to marry. And he began to marry everyone who moves. And who does not move - those who do not move - stirred and still fucked! And most of all - a pretty girl whom I completely and finally wanted to marry.

- And if you wanted to marry completely honestly, and even a pretty girl, then why fuck everyone !? - asked Allie.

- Eh ... well, the hunt is to try everybody ... - the homosex sighed - And then I was still from meat and bones, like all people. But the evil aunt went to the sorceress Gingham and promised her to collect a whole basket of the fattest leeches, if she could do something with me.

- Why did my aunt go to Gingham? - did not understand Pedrila.

- Well, she's an evil aunt ... and I just fucked her once, so she became hurt.

- Why only once? - the girl was perplexed.

- Well, I say: she is angry, I do not like these! With her, you can only be drunk with a big drink ... so once everything was ... So, Gingema bewitched my ax, he bounced off the tree and cut off my left leg, then his right arm ... The blacksmith made me an iron torso and swiveled my head, arms, and legs to it. But - alas! - I was no longer a man: the blacksmith did not want to insert a bolt to me. And I thought that I, a man without a bolt, have neither the right nor the opportunity to love a girl. I returned her word to my bride and declared that she was free from her promise. What with her now, I do not know, because I have not seen her for more than a year ...

- And why the blacksmith did not want to insert a bolt? - asked Allie.

- He was very offended at me ... Once we drank hard, I thought: I tried everything, but the blacksmith didn’t! Though he kicked, but where could he go against me! In short, I tore him off notably then, only the blacksmith was very offended at me. And always then called me a homosexual. So I did not attach a bolt, saying: “Such a fagot does not need a bolt at all!” That's how I ended up without a bolt and with the Iron Homosek chaser. - finished their new acquaintance their story and asked - And who are you?

“We are going to the Emerald City to the Great Wizard Goodwin.”

- Why do you go to Goodwin?

“I want Goodwin to bring me back to Kansas.” - said Allie.

- And I want to ask him for a moody! - said scarecrow.

- And I go just because do not fuck! - said Totoshka.

Iron Homosek thought deeply.

“Do you think Goodwin can give me a bolt?”

“I think it can,” answered Allie.- It is not more difficult for him than to give the Scarecrow eggs.

- So, if you accept me in the company, I will go with you to the Emerald City and ask Great Goodwin to give me a bolt.

And as they walked, Pedrila argued with the homosexual:

- In any case, eggs are not the best in the world. - said homosex

- Here's another! - surprised the Scarecrow. - Why do you think so?

“I used to have them,” explained the Tinman. “But now that I have to choose between muds and bolts, I prefer bolts.”

“And I,” said Pedrila obstinately, “still prefer the mudd: after all, when there are none, then the bolt is useless.”

- Well, I need a bolt! - objected Ironman. - Mudya does not make a person happy, and happiness is the best thing on earth.

Ally was silent, because she did not know which of her new friends was right.