Woodman then returned to his native Sussex where he became an itinerant lay preacher.
And now the Tin Woodman arrived, his body most beautifully nickle-plated, so that it shone splendidly in the brilliant light of the room.
There was no way to get the creature out without breaking the vase, so the Tin Woodman smashed it with his axe and set the little prisoner free.
The woodman stirred the fire until the flames leaped high and the sparks flew out of the roof hole.
Fairy Powers, so wondrous great, Make our dear Tin Woodman straight!
