I wrote this for fivewordmonologues.blogspot.com and they posted it...
It sounds made up...
Where were her parents? The story never says. I guess it was more interesting that she was possibly an orphan being raised by her Aunt and Uncle, but it seems like too much. She already lived in Kansas in a shack, why pile it on? I’m surprised he didn’t give Toto rabies to make it even more pathetic.
Then we have this whole traveling in the tornado thing and landing on the wicked witch. Ridiculous. If your house goes up in the air during a twister, odds are it will shatter like a clay pot when it hits the ground, not rectify a grave injustice done to a land of oppressed little people.
And if this idiot Good Witch of the North had any thing on the ball, she wouldn’t have sent them walking through the hills of Oz in search of the Emerald City. She’d have just beamed them there or given them something to get there a little quicker… and in style, like a ragtop ’68 Mustang to navigate the old yellow brick road. As it was, she sent a girl in brand new shoes and a little dog on a three-day walk though the countryside. In the real world, Dorothy wouldn’t have gotten two blocks before she ducked into a Starbucks.
But the cake-taker was the Emerald City fiasco. They get there (miraculously) with their little band of misfits but the Wizard won’t help them unless they get the broomstick from the other Wicked Witch. This seems like a tough assignment for a little girl, her dog, a man made of straw, a Tin Man and a Lion wearing eye liner that made him look like a drag queen. If you’re the Wizard, act like it. Get off your fat can and go get it yourself.
But anyway, in the end the Wizard is found to be a fraud. Duh…knew that when the guy had to answer his own door.
