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The Sorcerer of Poz Chapter 1
Darcy Hale came running down the street to his home in Bezerkly, California one evening with his cat, Zozo, screaming,
"Animal abuse! Animal abuse! Call the SPCA!" His Aunt Kim and Uncle Lenry were waiting for him. They owned a restaurant and lived upstairs. Darcy came bursting into the kitchen.
"Aunt Kim, Aunt Kim," he panted. But Aunt Kim paid no attention to him. She was messing with the stove. "When I was coming home, I stopped by Miss Tulch's to pick up Zozo. And as I walked in, I saw her kick Zozo! She kicked him! Can you believe that? I'm calling the SPCA!"
"Don't bother me. This dumb stove's broken, and we're likely to lose a lot of customers," replied Aunt Kim. Suddenly they heard a deep rumbling sound, and the floor began to shake.
"Earthquake!" screamed Aunt Kim. She ran to where the customers were dining and instructed them to get under their tables. Darcy, still holding Zozo, scurried under the largest table along with Aunt Kim, Uncle Lenry, and two waiters, Hank and Zack. Suddenly Zozo darted out from under the table and ran into the kitchen.
"Zozo! You stupid cat!" exclaimed Darcy. He ran into the kitchen after Zozo. Zozo was getting into the cat food that had spilt all over the floor. Darcy bent down to pick him up when a heavy bag of flour hit him on the head and knocked him out.
Darcy woke up alone in the kitchen. He scooped up Zozo from the pile of cat food and walked outside. "Zozo, I don't think we're in Bezerkly anymore," remarked Darcy. Darcy was in a strange environment, a place he had never seen before. Suddenly a bunch of huge giants came out from hiding singing some song about a doorbell and a witch that was dead. Darcy was awestruck. A few moments later, a woman with remarkably straight teeth came out and patted him on the shoulder.
"You have killed the Evil Witch of the Crooked Teeth. Thank you," said the woman with straight teeth.
"Um, you're welcome?" said Darcy uncertainly.
"I am the Good Witch of the Straight Teeth," began the Good Witch of the Straight Teeth, but she was interrupted by the arrival of another witch. This witch had remarkably crooked and disgusting teeth.
"Who killed my sister? Who?" asked the witch with crooked teeth.
"Oh, that'd be me!" said Darcy. He raised his hand.
"You?" questioned the witch with crooked teeth. Darcy nodded. "Good job!" exclaimed the witch with crooked teeth. "Now I can take those leather sandals that she bought with my money when we were eleven." She moved toward Darcy's house. Darcy looked behind him and saw two very hip sandals sticking out from under his house. Ooh, those are nice, he thought. He grabbed the sandals. The witch with crooked teeth gasped.
"How dare you! Give those back!" she demanded.
"No," replied Darcy. He put them on his feet.
"All right then, now this is war! Beware!" exclaimed the witch with the crooked teeth. She clapped her hands together and disappeared in a cloud of dust.
"That," said the Good Witch of the Straight Teeth, "was the Evil Witch of the Crooked Teeth."
"Hm. I wonder where that name came from," said Darcy sarcastically. "So how do I get back to Bezerkly?"
"If you wish to leave, you must go see the Sorcerer of Poz," said The Good Witch of the Straight Teeth. "He lives in Diamond City."
"But how do I get to Diamond City?" asked Darcy.
"You follow the purple dirt road," said one of the giants.
"Follow the purple dirt road?" questioned Darcy. He eyed a dirt road that was, in fact, purple.
"Follow the purple dirt road!" exclaimed another giant. The giants began to sing another song. Gee, these people like to sing, thought Darcy. He began to walk down the road, but as the giants grew more annoying, he ran as fast as he could.
The Sorcerer of Poz Chapter 1
Darcy Hale came running down the street to his home in Bezerkly, California one evening with his cat, Zozo, screaming,
"Animal abuse! Animal abuse! Call the SPCA!" His Aunt Kim and Uncle Lenry were waiting for him. They owned a restaurant and lived upstairs. Darcy came bursting into the kitchen.
"Aunt Kim, Aunt Kim," he panted. But Aunt Kim paid no attention to him. She was messing with the stove. "When I was coming home, I stopped by Miss Tulch's to pick up Zozo. And as I walked in, I saw her kick Zozo! She kicked him! Can you believe that? I'm calling the SPCA!"
"Don't bother me. This dumb stove's broken, and we're likely to lose a lot of customers," replied Aunt Kim. Suddenly they heard a deep rumbling sound, and the floor began to shake.
"Earthquake!" screamed Aunt Kim. She ran to where the customers were dining and instructed them to get under their tables. Darcy, still holding Zozo, scurried under the largest table along with Aunt Kim, Uncle Lenry, and two waiters, Hank and Zack. Suddenly Zozo darted out from under the table and ran into the kitchen.
"Zozo! You stupid cat!" exclaimed Darcy. He ran into the kitchen after Zozo. Zozo was getting into the cat food that had spilt all over the floor. Darcy bent down to pick him up when a heavy bag of flour hit him on the head and knocked him out.
Darcy woke up alone in the kitchen. He scooped up Zozo from the pile of cat food and walked outside. "Zozo, I don't think we're in Bezerkly anymore," remarked Darcy. Darcy was in a strange environment, a place he had never seen before. Suddenly a bunch of huge giants came out from hiding singing some song about a doorbell and a witch that was dead. Darcy was awestruck. A few moments later, a woman with remarkably straight teeth came out and patted him on the shoulder.
"You have killed the Evil Witch of the Crooked Teeth. Thank you," said the woman with straight teeth.
"Um, you're welcome?" said Darcy uncertainly.
"I am the Good Witch of the Straight Teeth," began the Good Witch of the Straight Teeth, but she was interrupted by the arrival of another witch. This witch had remarkably crooked and disgusting teeth.
"Who killed my sister? Who?" asked the witch with crooked teeth.
"Oh, that'd be me!" said Darcy. He raised his hand.
"You?" questioned the witch with crooked teeth. Darcy nodded. "Good job!" exclaimed the witch with crooked teeth. "Now I can take those leather sandals that she bought with my money when we were eleven." She moved toward Darcy's house. Darcy looked behind him and saw two very hip sandals sticking out from under his house. Ooh, those are nice, he thought. He grabbed the sandals. The witch with crooked teeth gasped.
"How dare you! Give those back!" she demanded.
"No," replied Darcy. He put them on his feet.
"All right then, now this is war! Beware!" exclaimed the witch with the crooked teeth. She clapped her hands together and disappeared in a cloud of dust.
"That," said the Good Witch of the Straight Teeth, "was the Evil Witch of the Crooked Teeth."
"Hm. I wonder where that name came from," said Darcy sarcastically. "So how do I get back to Bezerkly?"
"If you wish to leave, you must go see the Sorcerer of Poz," said The Good Witch of the Straight Teeth. "He lives in Diamond City."
"But how do I get to Diamond City?" asked Darcy.
"You follow the purple dirt road," said one of the giants.
"Follow the purple dirt road?" questioned Darcy. He eyed a dirt road that was, in fact, purple.
"Follow the purple dirt road!" exclaimed another giant. The giants began to sing another song. Gee, these people like to sing, thought Darcy. He began to walk down the road, but as the giants grew more annoying, he ran as fast as he could.