Then the Tin Woodman arose and said:
Sending for the Tin Woodman the Wizard took him into a corner and whispered:
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.
"Who will sing us a song?" said the master woodman as he threw a fresh log upon the fire.