Just a silly little drabble our literature teacher made us do.
Miss Glinda, why In Oz's name do you have to be at everyone's beckon call? I mean, really Your Goodness, what did you eat for breakfast this morning? And why do you have this rude habit of popping me when you land? Then, when you are done talking to the Ozians, you wave that ridiculous wand and summon me to come and magically pick you up and float away. Can't you find another source of transportation? Who comes and goes by bubble anyway? You could try walking! That's what normal people do! Or you can call that green friend of yours, Elphaba, and ride off on her broomstick. Oh, Your Goodness, do you have any idea what it's like to be a bubble?