Friday, May 02, 2008
From the Desk of Glinda
Tell them it was a storm that dropped you here on the other side of the rainbow in this land of yellow brick roads and witches to the north, the south, and the west. There used to be one from the east, until your house fell upon her head. Oh, you shouldn’t be surprised those ruby red shoes fit your feet so well. Besides, she can't use them now. She’s dead. Go ahead little girl, skip down the yellow brick road to find the witch of the west. Kill her too; then, take her broom. Of course, it belongs to you. But if you even dare think about adding my wand to your collection, I’ll kill you.
P.S.— your little dog, too.
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