Dorothy saw the cumulonimbus from her kitchen window – a tornado was on its way.
‘Oh man!’ she said to her dog, Toto.
She was content with the pair of ruby slippers from her last trip, and wicked witches were so tiresome; regardless of whether they came from the east or the west.
But she took comfort in that her storm cellar had been reinforced by the tin man, scarecrow’s hay had plumped up her saggy mattress, and she had a nice furry coat too; courtesy of the lion.
As she packed her picnic basket she thought, rainbows are so overrated.
‘Oh man!’ she said to her dog, Toto.
She was content with the pair of ruby slippers from her last trip, and wicked witches were so tiresome; regardless of whether they came from the east or the west.
But she took comfort in that her storm cellar had been reinforced by the tin man, scarecrow’s hay had plumped up her saggy mattress, and she had a nice furry coat too; courtesy of the lion.
As she packed her picnic basket she thought, rainbows are so overrated.
