The Witch looked down at the square below her balcony. Cute little Munchkins dressed in cute little blue suits and dresses smiled at one another in the morning light. It was all so nauseatingly adorable.
Even when they came to her to complain about something they smiled and acted sweet as pie. She had never seen a Munchkin lose patience or yell or throw something in anger. They were so disgustingly sweet that she thought the whole place would probably caramelize in the heat of the sun.
A Munchkin man cleared his throat behind the Witch to get her attention. She turned towards him with a scowl.
"It is good to see you this morning, Ma'am," the Munchkin declared with a smile and a bow. His slight tremble was very satisfying, but not enough to chase away the Witch's frown.
"Why have you come to bother me?" the Witch scowled.
"Pardon me," the Munchkin replied with another bow, "but there is a petitioner here to see you."
"It's too early for that nonsense. Send them away."
"Excuse me, Ma'am, but she is a very old woman and she has brought you gifts."
Gifts sounded good. The Witch grumbled that she would see the old woman and followed the Munchkin to her receiving room.
Standing in the middle of the room was a hunched over old woman, two fluffy sheep trying to find grass on the stone floor, and a bored looking cow. Any minute they would probably start making a mess of her castle.
"Why have you demanded an audience with me?" demanded the Witch with a sneer.
"Good morning, Ma'am," the old woman greeted her. "I have come to beg you to get rid of a man who threatens to take my only helper away from me!"
The Witch finally smiled. Perhaps this wouldn't be such a waste of a day after all.