Dorothy and the Scarecrow, Tin Man and the Lion were clear of the forest and now roaming in the wide, brown field.
“I can’t believe we’ve gone this far already.” Dorothy said.
“Neither can I.”
The quartet immediately whirled their heads in the direction of the speaker. It was the Witch. Dorothy screamed. The Witch put her head to Dorothy’s and screamed back. “Now you know how much I hate being screamed at.” she said.
Then the Witch turned towards the quartet and announced, “Welcome to Pollution Land. Do you know what? I’m not letting anyone go on unless I have that little girl.”
“You’re not. She needs something from the Wizard,” the Scarecrow said.
“Oh she does! She can go to the Wizard after she serves 15 years as my slave!” She cried. Then, putting a sad expression on her face, she said, “Oh, my house has been long, neglected. It’s got moss all over, and algae all over, and she’s going to help all over!”
With that, she grabbed Dorothy and flew away on her broomstick.
“Help! Scarecrow!” Dorothy screamed.
“I can’t! Sorry!” he yelled.
Dorothy hung on to the Witch’s skirt. She glanced downwards. They were going higher and higher.
“Dorothy! I’ll catch you!” Scarecrow yelled.
“No! I might rip your arms off!” Dorothy cried.
“Rip her arms off!” Lion roared.
“Do and I’ll extend your slavery 15 more years!” threatened the Witch.
Suddenly the broom sank. Despite the Witch’s efforts to regain control of the broom, it sank to the ground, where Dorothy got off and ran to her friends. The witch was after them. Suddenly, she stopped and yelled, “All right. I’ll let you go. But the next time I come, there’s no doubt I’ll get you.” With that, she snorted and turned to her broom.
Suddenly she screamed.
“What’s the matter, mold-face?” asked Tin Man.
“That brat put diarrhea on my broom!” the Witch growled. “I’ll get you yet! I promise!”
To be continued…