"Good news!" The Ozians sang at the top of their lungs, "She's dead!"
"Did you hear? The wicked Witch of the West is dead," one Ozian Official stated loudly about the crowd.
"I don't believe it." a young Munchkinlander disagreed, "Who possibly could have-"
"I heard it was the young girl in the flying house." An Upperuplander interrupted.
"The flying what?"
As the Ozians conversed and told each other different accounts of the death of the witch, none of them noticed that bubbles started to gradually pop into existence above them. Then with a loud gurgle then a crack a bubble the size of a carriage appeared out of thin air.
Inside the gargantuan bubble was a woman with platinum blond hair that curled flawlessly, and a periwinkle blue dress that folded down her waist elegantly. The woman flourished a sliver wand and more bubbles of many colors emitted out of it.
"Look it's Glinda!" an older Ozian shouted pointing at the woman.
Glinda curtsied in her bubble and jeered at her audience. "It's good to see me isn't it?" The Ozians agreed gleefully, but Glinda sniffed, "No need to respond that was rhetorical," She pointed out loudly. She gestured downward and the bubble lowered and eventually touched ground.
"Fellow Ozians: Let's be glad," she announced, "Lets be grateful. Let's rejoice that goodness could subdue the wicked workings of the witch. Isn't it nice that good can conquer evil, the truth we all believe will out live a lie for all of-"
"Glinda? Exactly how dead is she?" a Upperuplander shouted bobbing up and down in the crowd.
Glinda flinched, but answered, "Well, there has been much speculation... innuendo... outuendo... But let me: Glinda the Good, set the record straight. According to the Time Dragon Clock, the melting occurred at the thirteenth hour; a direct result of a bucket of water thrown by a female child. So..." Glinda paused for a dramatic effect. "Yes, the Wicked Witch of the West is dead!"
"No one mourns the wicked!" The Ozians chanted loudly.
"No one cries, for they won't return." Glinda added, she waved her want over her head and a parade was started as all the audience trotted along the Road of Yellow Brick.
"No one lays a lily on a wicked's grave!" a young munckin girl yelped from atop her father's shoulders.
"All good men scorn evil!" The Upperuplanders chanted.
"Through their lives our children learn. What we miss when we miss behave!"
"Yet,"Glinda whispered to herself as the Ozians continued celebrating, "Goodness know that the wicked's lives are lonely, that the wicked die alone, it just shows that when your wicked your left only to reap what you've sewn."
As the parade came to an end. Glinda hopped and turned to face the crowd. "I have had some great fun but it seems I must depar-"
"Glinda? Why does wickedness happen?" a toddler with a missing tooth hissed while pulling on her dress.
"Thats... a good question... One that many people find confusifying." She picked up the little boy and saddled her around her waist. She tousled his red hair and poked his little dimples. "Are people born wicked, or do they have wickedness thrust upon them? After all she had a childhood, she had a father who just happened to be the Governor of Munchkinland.
"She had a mother as so many do. But, like all families they had their secrets." Glinda set the boy down and he scuttled over to his parents, "One night her father, Frex left for an assembly, leaving his wife Melena all to herself at the house. Melena, wanting love, for Frex never held her anymore, let a secret lover into the house and let herself get drunk under a potion called 'A Green Elixir' then there was an affair.
"When she finally came into this world she was different, she was green and her father was ashamed." Glinda bowed her head finishing the story.
To Glinda utter surprise an Ozian Official shouted, "No one mourns the Wicked Witch!"
A tear rolled down Glinda's cheek, "Well, this has been fun! But as you can imagine I have much to attend to, what with the Wizard's unexpected departure." She flourished her wand and a bubble enveloped her body, "So, if there are no further questions..."
She started to float up into the air when, "Glinda, is is true you were her friend?" The bubble that had encased Glinda popped and Glinda stumbled elegantly to the yellow road.
The audience gasped.
"Well," Glinda struggled, "I... you see... um.... yes."
There were louder gasps among the crowd.
"Well, it depends on what you mean by friend," Glinda cleared up, "I did know her. That is, our paths did cross... at school. But you must understand, it was a long time ago and we were both very young.
"When I first laid eyes on her it was the first day at Shiz University and..."