With a six-year-old daughter we remember the heroes of the fairy tale "The Wizard of the Emerald City". She doesn’t remember the horror. We make a hint with my husband: he scares the birds in the field. The girl replies: Fuck, Fuck. We try to approach from the other side: And what did he need from the wizard? The answer is brain. We: So what was his name? My daughter is a foolish. Daughter in tears of powerlessness, we have a homeric laugh all night.