A Conversation With Dorothy Gale

"So Dorothy, your visit here is now in Oz folklore." "You mean to say," said she, "I'm not in Kansas anymore?" "Oh dear, I thought you knew that fact; the Munchkins made it clear." "I joke," she said, "I play it dumb as part of my veneer." "Haha, quite droll, now tell us about your murder trial?" "The witch?" She snaps, "I defend myself by plain denial, I had no idea of where my little house would land." "You're hoping we believe your little journey was not planned?" She answers, "Yes, of course, I have no say if dreams come true, I flew here on a wind, quite odd, of course, and Toto too." "My name is Gale, you know, which is just a bit ironic." "I understand," I reply, a trifle too sardonic. "I do not like your tone, young man," she answers in riposte. "You, sir, are not at all what I would call a friendly host." "You are being rude, and I'm having such a horrid day; This interview is over now; I must be on my way I have to find the Wizard Oz to help with my defense." "That yellow road, I think, is where my journey will commence." "Beware," I warn, "that road is full of lions, fierce and brave." Then in red shoes, away, she skips with just a little wave. A conversation with a fictional character Poetry Contest Placed 1st Sponsored by: Natasha L Scragg Date wrote: 17th February 2022