Dorothy's Mystical Adventures in Oz

Robert J. Evans

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• Publié par: vien
• Publié le: 08 décembre 2010
• Nombre de lectures: 41
• Langue: English

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Xlibris Publishing.
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Dorothy’s Mystical
Adventures in OzBy

Robert J. Evans




















This book is dedicated
L. Frank baum, who was the
first mortal to discover
The marvelous land of Oz —
and to my son, Robert Jr.,whose love of Oz inspired
this story.

Contents
1. Market Day
2. Dorothy Reminisces on Oz
3. Dorothy Returns to Oz
4. The Pinheads
5. A Visit From The Wicked Witch of The Deep South
6. The Dainty Land of China
7. The Girrephalumps
8. Lion Country
9. The Mission Begins
10. A Philosophical Discussion
11. Octapongland
12. The Fuzzy Yellow Wogglebugs
13. Princess Saari’s Colorland
14. Tickleland
15. Elfland
16. Thoughtformland
17. Americanindianland
18. UFOland
19. Americanpresidentland
20. Captured
21. A Surprising Reversal
22. A Political Discussion
23. At last, The Emerald City

Chapter One:
Market Day
It was a warm summer morning. Dorothy was sitting out on the front porch, gently rocking back
and forth in Aunt Em's rocking chair. Toto, her little dog, lay sleepily at her feet. Aunt Em and
Uncle Henry were hustling and bustling inside the house, getting ready to go to market.
"Oh, Dorothy ..." called Aunt Em.
No answer."Dorothy, do you hear me?"
Still no answer.
Aunt Em marched out on the porch. Toto, sensing trouble, scampered off, while Dorothy —
hearing Aunt Em's heavy footsteps, turned to see what the commotion was.
Needless to say, Aunt Em did not look too pleased. She stood in front of Dorothy with her hands
firmly planted on her hips.
"What is the matter with you, child? Didn't you hear me calling?"
"I'm sorry, Auntie Em."
"Were you sleeping?"
"Oh no, I wasn't asleep, Auntie. But ... well I was kind of thinking about things, and ... well ..."
Just then, Uncle Henry appeared. He was struggling with his collar.
"Would you help me with this, Em?" he asked.
"Just a minute, Henry," his wife answered.
She spoke sharply to the girl. "I’m afraid I don't understand you these days."
Dorothy looked up at her aunt with her big brown eyes. A hint of a tear appeared.
"I've tried to explain to you, Auntie."
Aunt Em just shook her head. "Now, I don't want to hear any more of your tall tales, Dorothy. Not
right now."
"We're running late, Em," interrupted Uncle Henry.
"All right," answered his wife. She turned back her niece. "You'd better hurry and get yourself
ready, young lady. We'll talk about this later."
Dorothy started to leave, then hesitated for a moment. "Auntie Em, could I stay home today?"
Aunt Em looked surprised, for Dorothy usually looked forward to market day.
"Are you feeling poorly?" she asked, putting her hand on the girl's forehead.
"I'm just a little tired," Dorothy replied weakly. "I don't think I'm quite up to walking around all day."
Aunt Em looked again at Uncle Henry who just shrugged his shoulders.
"Well ... all right," said Aunt Em. "But I want you to rest. Now, don't leave the house. We'll be
home around eight, I expect."
After Dorothy went inside, Aunt Em began to help Uncle Henry with his collar. He could see by
the expression on Aunt Em's face that she was very much concerned.
"Aw, don't worry, Em," he said. "The girl's been through quite an ordeal, with that twister an' all.
She'll be fine bye an' bye. She just needs plenty of rest."
"But she looks so pale," replied Aunt Em. "And what about the strange stories?"
"You mean about Oz?" asked Uncle Henry.
"Yes, Oz." Aunt Em replied. "How did she ever think up such a name?""It does seem strange," agreed Uncle Henry.
"And what about all the funny characters she says live there?" continued Aunt Em. "A talking
scarecrow and lion, and a tin woodman of all things — not to mention a wicked witch! That must
be where her mind is; it's certainly not here in Kansas."
"Now, Em," said Uncle Henry, "don't fret so. Dr. Gabriel told us not to worry, that she's temporarily
confusing her dreams with reality — something to do with that bump on the head, he said. She'll
come out of it; she'll be her old self in no time — you'll see."
Meanwhile, Dorothy decided she'd best do as her aunt had said, so she went into her room and
lay down on the bed to rest. She was just drifting off when she heard the sound of horse hooves
outside. She quickly got up and waved from her window as Aunt Em and Uncle Henry drove by
in the wagon.
"Now don't wait up for us, Dorothy," called Aunt Em. "And be sure to get plenty of rest!"
"I will, Auntie," called Dorothy. "Have a good time!"
Just then, Toto jumped through the window into the girl’s arms. She fussed over him as she
carried him back to her bed. The little dog curled up at her feet and went to sleep.
Chapter Two:
Dorothy Reminisces on Oz
As Dorothy rested, she thought about Aunt Em and Uncle Henry, and how upset they were with
her for daydreaming so much. But with the reality of her Oz adventures so fresh in her mind she
could not help but dwell on them.
A smile came over her face as she recalled the first time she met the Scarecrow, and how
surprised she was when he first spoke to her. When he said he did not have any brains she
agreed to take him with her to the Emerald City to ask the Great Oz to give him some. Of course,
as it turned out, the Scarecrow did have a brain after all. But, because he did not believe that he
did, the Great Oz had to go through the motions of presenting him with one.
Then there was the Tin Woodman: Dorothy and the Scarecrow were greatly surprised when they
first came across him in the forest. He was standing perfectly motionless with an uplifted ax in his
hands. Apparently, he'd been caught in a rainstorm and had rusted solid. After Dorothy had found
an oil-can and oiled his joints, he was just fine. She recalled how anxious he was to accompany
them when he found out their destination, for he insisted that he did not have a heart, and was
certain that the Great Oz could provide him with one.
Just then, a slight breeze blew at the curtains, awakening the girl out of her dream-like state. She
sat up and looked at Toto. He was still sound asleep. She lay back again as her mind drifted
back to when the brave little dog tried to defend her and her friends from the Cowardly Lion. It
had scared them all half to death when they heard the terrible roar as the Lion bounded into the
road in front of them. Of course, they did not know he was cowardly at the time. That is, until
Dorothy punched him in the nose for attacking her little dog. Then he cried like a baby. When he
found out about their mission, he asked if he, too, could accompany them in the hopes that he
would be able to obtain courage from the great magician. Needless to say, he was a welcome
addition to the little group.
The Lion actually proved himself to be quite brave during their journey; but like the Scarecrow
and the Tin Woodman, he thought he needed the magical powers of Oz to give him what he felt
he lacked.
Reliving her recent adventures in Oz caused Dorothy to feel quite restless. She missed herfriends terribly.
She got up again and walked over to the window. The room grew dark as rainclouds gathered. A
summer thunderstorm seemed imminent. She closed the window and shivered as she recalled
the Wicked Witch of the West. She couldn't imagine her to be cowardly in the least. Perhaps
people like her were mean because no one loved them. If that were true, their bitter attitude only
made matters worse. Well, thank goodness the witch was dead. It seemed wrong to wish
someone dead, but the Land of Oz was well rid of her for she had brought fear and misery to
everyone who came into contact with her. The little Munchkins were no longer afraid now that
she was gone, and could enjoy a peaceful life once more.
"Even outside of Oz," thought Dorothy, "there are certain leaders who keep their people in fear."
She wondered how they had behaved when they were children.
She began to think of her friends again. She could not help but wonder how they were and what
they were doing right now.
She thought of Aunt Em and Uncle Henry. How could they disbelieve her story? It made her sad
to think that no one believed her. It couldn't have all been a dream — of that she was sure.
Everything was so real and vivid in Oz. All the events that occurred there couldn't have been her
imagination. Why, even the colors of the flowers were ten times more intense than in Kansas.
The flowers in her garden — pretty as they were — couldn't compare. They seemed faded in
comparison. In fact, Kansas seemed faded in comparison.
A strange thought suddenly occurred to