The Wizard Will Know

The wizard will know everyone I met along the way said. Okay, I thought, for I am from Kansas and not daft in my head. I looked for the curtain as I pranced down the yellow brick road. Instead of Toto a cairn terrier, I was followed by a frog who looked old. The mini-munchkins did not come out to greet or to sing. I never found a scarecrow, tinman or lion with zing. In the far distance I saw a poppy field, but the flowers looked odd. An old witch-like creature with wings gave me a head nod. Where is the wizard? I yelled, kind of half-heartedly. That’s when I found a lively sassy wise talking oak tree. Winged monkeys are about, so make haste she warned me. Fear came into my heart, I’ve seen Wizard of Oz times twenty-three. I began to run and hit my head on an unexpected branch. I woke up smelling cinnamon, pumpkin and possibly ranch. A frog with a wizard hat was concocting some kind of spell. I wondered if I was still alive or I had gone to…..