The Wicked Witch of the East killed my love for a Munchkin by making my axe slip. "A lot of people back home in Kansas feel the same way," Dorothy replied, and they carried on walking until they came across a Tin Woodman. "How I wish I had some brains instead of a head full of straw," the Scarecrow sobbed. "Because I've got a pole rammed up my arse."ĭorothy and the Scarecrow started walking. A sign then appeared on the ground which read "Follow the Yellow Brick Road to see the Great Oz in the Emerald City".Īfter Dorothy had been walking for an hour, she came across a Scarecrow that winked at her. "Then you must avoid going meeting the Wicked Witches of the West and the North-West." And so saying, she kissed Dorothy on the forehead and took off her magic hat. "Anywhere that Andrew Lloyd Webber is not." "I am the the Good Witch of the North," the little lady replied, "and if you put on the wicked witch's silver shoes … " And you are very welcome because your house has squashed the Wicked Witch of the East and freed us from our bondage." "Good guess," said one, "but in fact we are Munchkins. "Are you the seven dwarves?" she enquired of the little men with white beards and pointy hats. She awoke to find herself in a luscious country surrounded by the queerest people.
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