A/N: This is based on one of my favorite T-shirts! I wore it today, and decided I just had to write this! Plus, the "unusual" repetition comes from a survey I took today. 32 people claimed to be unusual, and 4 claimed to be usual. 6 claimed otherwise or refused to answer. So, technically, usual was an unusual answer, thus all of the unusual supplied a usual answer and the usual supplied an unusual answer. Of course, this was based on self-analysis, so the girl who claimed to be a taco and the girl who claimed to be a platypus were put under neither. Many people argued that this was proof of their being unusual, because these were unusual answers; BUT if all of the unusual answers went under unusual, then the usual answers would be unusual and the unusual answers would be usual. Does that make sense? Wow, I took up a whole paragraph with that incredibly pointless explanation.

Disclaimer: I do not own Wicked. Or Toto. Not even Wicked owns Toto! They can't even use his name! But I can… mwahaha! Even though I don't own him either.

A/N #2: I have absolutely no explanation for this...


Dear Dorothy,

Hate Oz, took the shoes, find your own way home!

-Toto

Ten-year-old Dorothy Gale awoke from her slumber with a particularly unusual feeling, especially her feet, which were unusually cold. She noticed that her dog was nowhere to be seen. Hm… unusual.

Climbing out of her bed, Dorothy noticed that her ruby slippers were gone!

"NO!" cried the little girl. "I've lost the shoes that Glinda the Good told me to never give to the Wicked Witch of the West because she says she has no fashion sense! NO!"

Then, Dorothy noticed something else; something rather unusual. Her little dog was gone.

"Toto? Oz, darn it! Now I don't have a sparkly pair of shoes or a Yorkie! I'm going to die, because they were my only protection!"

Suddenly, a random old lady who bore strong resemblance to a fish entered the room.

"Hello, Dorothy Gale," she said creepily.

"Umm, hi. Are you a stalker? I LOST MY DOG AND MY HIGH HEELS!" replied the distraught child.

"SHUT UP!" shouted the fish. "You have a letter, by the way. It seems very…" she paused dramatically, "unusual". Dorothy gasped for no particular reason and opened the letter…

"NO!"

"SHUT UP!" all of Oz cried.

It was all very…

Unusual…