The castle crouched in front of rocky mountains, but stretching out before it were bountiful golden plains. These fields of wheat, corn, and various other crops filled the Witch's window. She stood there gazing out at the endless harsh yellow before her. When she had first come to the Winkie Country the hard, neverending saffron yellow had hurt. She had cried every morning when she awoke to find that the world was still not softened to a less painful hue.
That had been many years ago, though, and now the yellow simply rekindled her rage every morning. Yellow no longer made her cry, but it had never ceased to hurt. It make her furious that with all her power she still couldn't make the Winkie Country any less yellow.
A Winkie maid slipped cautiously into the room bearing a tray. The maid's uniform was entirely shades of yellow and the tray was a bright bronze with buttery golden dishes bearing largely yellow food. Yellow, yellow, yellow.
In a towering rage, the Witch grabbed a dish from the tray and hurled it across the room. She screamed wordlessly, her eyes blazing with barely contained fire. The maid was used to these displays and had positioned herself in a safe niche along the wall. A guard in bronze armor and a flowing yellow cape peeked into the room. Satisfied that there was no threat to the Witch, he returned to his post.
The Witch fumed. Someday she would find a way to wipe the nauseating yellow from this land, but it wasn't likely to be today. She sullenly sank into a plush yellow chair and took a bite of the warm cornbread dripping with butter that was provided for her breakfast.
As the Witch contemplated what to do with the day, the Winkie maid busied herself laying a fresh yellow and black dress from the yellow wardrobe out for the Witch. She set the Witch's tall yellow and black hat nearby and set about straightening the mussed yellow bedding of the Witch's golden bed.