Hello, my dear readers! Since this year is the 75th anniversary of "The Wizard of Oz," I thought that I would do a little fic. The chapters will probably more drabble-like in their nature than my usual stories. Also, all of the chapter titles will be synonyms for tornadoes. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it and as always; I don't own anything and please read and review!
Ch. 1 - "Gale"
The old, broken down truck sputtered as it slowly made its way down the long, dirt road. Work had been hard to come by, especially in the dry, desolate, flat plains of Kansas and Hunk's family needed all the money that they could get; even though his father and older brothers were working, they were still barely getting by. Luckily, Hunk had found work as the newest farmhand at the Gale farm.
He was a little nervous about working on the farm. Hunk knew that farm work was very hard work; a farmer rises before the sun and works long after it sets. When he met the Gales for the first time, he knew without a shadow of a doubt, that they were extremely hard working people. Mrs. Gale was a kind, older woman, but Hunk could sense a bit of an edge to her that spoke of the hard years of working on the farm; and Mr. Gale was a quiet, older man that seemed to appreciate the more simple things in life. There were also two different farmhands already working on the farm; Zeke and Hickory. Zeke was an older man that was like an old boxer that Hunk had seen in a picture-show once. And Hickory seemed closer to his own age than Zeke, and seemed to really like to invent new machinery around the farm in hopes of making things easier. Hunk just hoped that his normally clumsy and awkward limbs wouldn't get in the way of too much work, and in the midst of his ponderings, he noticed he finally arrived at the Gale farm. The picket fence bordered the entire piece of land with a large barn with a weather vane of a running horse sat near a small chicken coop and a little house.
He awkwardly crawled out of the beat up truck and thanked the driver, before watching it turn away with dust swirling into a cloud behind it. He greeted the Gales with a nod of his head as he removed his dust-covered hat before allowing them to lead him on a tour of the small farm. While looking over the farm, he finally saw the small child that had been trailing behind Mrs. Gale and clinging to her worn dress skirts. He leaned down awkwardly as his long legs and arms clumsily in the way as he stuck out his hand and greeted the shy, little girl with long brown pigtails. "Hello, I'm Hunk. I'll be working here from now on. What's your name?" The small child just merely clutched harder to Mrs. Gale's dress skirts and hid her face. "Oh, I'm sorry," Mrs. Gale said as she patted the girl on the head with a loving hand, "This is our niece, Dorothy." "Well, hello Dorothy, I hope we can become friends," Hank said awkwardly and slowly stood back up. He looked around at the small farm, and knew that he had made a good choice in agreeing to work at this simple farm.