But one monkey refused to go on the grounds that his family had suffered under Dorothy’s hands. He pleaded refugee status and pointed to another long-dead edict that backed up his case. I had to deal with him quickly and quietly. The last thing I needed was a back-log of similar cases. So I did the only thing I could do in this situation: I made him my pet. I called him Turlo because I think that’s what his name sounded like. I couldn’t speak monkey. I still can’t.

Her rose-pink skin blushed bright red, and she said, “I am only Melsha from Bright Lettina. I am no one. I come here to visit the water in this branch and remember.”

‘Whatever treasure one sought,’ he was always apt to say, ‘one could find it on the Travel Kart.’

I chop the wood to raise the roof to raise her eyes to mine, for smile. Her mistress’s hands rain down blows on my lover’s face, her arms, her hair. My lover stares down the lane, waiting for a time my time her time that never came.

I have committed some truly heinous acts in my life, usually against humans. It's not that I'm terribly partial to other creatures- it's just a human thing. Humans insist on taking more than they need, often at any expense, and it is this drive that invites violence among them and to them.

“Turnbuckle, you test my patience.” Glinda looked up from her massive marble perch, the candlelight dancing in her eyes, sparks of fury. She glared at the little clockwork and huffed.

I take my head out from the vat Munchkinlander wine and let it soak into what's left of my brains. The brains that bastard Wizard cursed me with.

Newsflash!

Hello, my name is Dot Gale. But don’t get me mixed up with Dorothy Gale, my grandmother. She was a sweetheart; I’m not.

Welcome back to Oz!