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I landed in Kansas, Middle Earth.
I asked the first human I met to show me something about Kansas.
She tried to describe The Wizard of Oz.
It was confusing, so she invited me into her house.
Cued up the TV and we watched a recording of their history.

Apparently Kansas started with a tornado god,
and everything was absent of color.
She gave me a crinkly bag and I sat in on my head.
She laughed, ripped it and made me taste the flat
salty things inside. They were delicious! Chips she called them.
She then ran into another room and came back with something called 
Pop. It burned my throat all the way down and was awful, 
so I kept my opinion to myself.

I knew she was trying to be nice, not mean.I sensed that about her.
I jumped a few times, in fright, as green men sprang out of flowers, 
dancing and singing. She threw her head back and weird sounds came out of her face, 
not musical sounds, more like crow sounds.
Laughing is what she told me.

Humans do not all look human. Some are big and hairy with tails, 
some are made of metal, and some are small and bark like our 
pets. She explained all the stuff to me, but I was so enthralled 
with the flying monkeys, that I barely heard her.
The witch looks exactly like our head of state, 
Morgabite, so that was fun to see. 
I guess some of them do look more like us with green skin.

It was a wonderful afternoon. As I left I walked gingerly, 
afraid tiny green men would jump out from under the brush and bite me.

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