Chapter 3! Yay! I'm going to see RENT on Thursday! Yay! I hugged my mom so hard she fell over. Oopps. We both are alive though. Just minor scratches. It was actually kind of funny. RENT!!! RENT!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own WICKED, The Wizard Of Oz, or any of that good stuff. But I do own tickets to RENT!!!!
"How much looonger?" Dorothy whined.
Fiyero was about to set himself aflame. Listening to Dorothy whine all the way to the Emerald city was worse than being tortured by the Gale Force. She had told her story already as they walked down the Yellow Brick Road. Fiyero really wanted to know why Glinda didn't give Elphie the shoes and almost instantly realized it was probably his fault. He had to keep his know-nothing act for Dorothy though so he couldn't stay long on the subject. But after she had completed her story she became whiny and quite a bit of a nuisance. Fiyero could feel his brain cells dying from Dorothy asking "how much longer is this going to take?" so many times. He was beginning to think he might need to take up Dorothy's offer to get a new brain.
"Whata pain," Fiyero grumbled.
"What did you say?" Dorothy asked curiously.
"Wish I had a brain!" he improvised.
"Well you'll soon get one," she told him, trying to reassure her friend.
'At least she hasn't seen past my act,' thought Fiyero.
"What was that?!" Fiyero promptly shouted.
"What was what?!" said Dorothy, beginning to shiver with fear.
"Nothing. I-I just thought I saw...never mind."
Dorothy looked suspicious for a total of three seconds before her stomach took over.
"Look! Fruit! I am sooo hungry!" she said and began to pluck an apple off the forest of fruit-bearing trees they had just stumbled upon.
"Hey!" shouted the tree in a deep, raspy voice and swiftly smacked the girls hand with a loud "thwap!"
Fiyero rolled his eyes again at Dorothy's extreme stupidity. He then realized that she didn't know much about Oz. Everyone in Oz knew that you should always knock lightly on the trunk of a tree before doing anything to it, including plucking a fruit from its branches. You need to make sure that it isn't alive, or that it will give you permission to eat its fruit. Dorothy, being new to Oz, looked like she had never even seen a tree talk before.
"I'm sorry!" the ten year old exclaimed back to the tree.
"How'd you like it if I just went and plucked somethin' off of you?" the tree yelled, pulling one of Dorothy's pigtails.
Fiyero decided it was probably time to step in.
"Come on Dorothy," he said pulling her away, "You don't want any of his apples anyway!"
"What's wrong with my apples?" interrupted the tree who was now very offended and annoyed.
"Nothin'. Nothin'," Fiyero replied, "She just doesn't like little worms in her food."
The tree lunged at the duo. They yanked away from the barbaric branches after being whacked a few times.
"Here, I'll show you how to get apples," Fiyero whispered to Dorothy.
"Didn't you just say there were worms in those apples?" Dorothy asked him.
Fiyero ignored her stupid comment and made faces at the tree. It began to throw numerous apples at them in rage. Dorothy and Fiyero (even though Fiyero didn't really need the apples anymore) scrambled about, collecting all the apples. Dorothy suddenly ran after an apple rolling into the forest. Fiyero followed. He hated being a babysitter but he didn't need anymore accidents with this girl.
"Come here, Scarecrow! Come!" she yelped.
Fiyero ran. Sweet Lurline only knew what could happen to a silly little girl in a forest of wild creatures and evil people. He arrived, trying to catch his breath only to find himself face to face with a metal man. He was made from aluminum, no...tin.
Review or I will drop a house on YOU! I must say it is quite painful.
Disclaimer: I do not own WICKED, The Wizard Of Oz, or any of that good stuff. But I do own tickets to RENT!!!!
"How much looonger?" Dorothy whined.
Fiyero was about to set himself aflame. Listening to Dorothy whine all the way to the Emerald city was worse than being tortured by the Gale Force. She had told her story already as they walked down the Yellow Brick Road. Fiyero really wanted to know why Glinda didn't give Elphie the shoes and almost instantly realized it was probably his fault. He had to keep his know-nothing act for Dorothy though so he couldn't stay long on the subject. But after she had completed her story she became whiny and quite a bit of a nuisance. Fiyero could feel his brain cells dying from Dorothy asking "how much longer is this going to take?" so many times. He was beginning to think he might need to take up Dorothy's offer to get a new brain.
"Whata pain," Fiyero grumbled.
"What did you say?" Dorothy asked curiously.
"Wish I had a brain!" he improvised.
"Well you'll soon get one," she told him, trying to reassure her friend.
'At least she hasn't seen past my act,' thought Fiyero.
"What was that?!" Fiyero promptly shouted.
"What was what?!" said Dorothy, beginning to shiver with fear.
"Nothing. I-I just thought I saw...never mind."
Dorothy looked suspicious for a total of three seconds before her stomach took over.
"Look! Fruit! I am sooo hungry!" she said and began to pluck an apple off the forest of fruit-bearing trees they had just stumbled upon.
"Hey!" shouted the tree in a deep, raspy voice and swiftly smacked the girls hand with a loud "thwap!"
Fiyero rolled his eyes again at Dorothy's extreme stupidity. He then realized that she didn't know much about Oz. Everyone in Oz knew that you should always knock lightly on the trunk of a tree before doing anything to it, including plucking a fruit from its branches. You need to make sure that it isn't alive, or that it will give you permission to eat its fruit. Dorothy, being new to Oz, looked like she had never even seen a tree talk before.
"I'm sorry!" the ten year old exclaimed back to the tree.
"How'd you like it if I just went and plucked somethin' off of you?" the tree yelled, pulling one of Dorothy's pigtails.
Fiyero decided it was probably time to step in.
"Come on Dorothy," he said pulling her away, "You don't want any of his apples anyway!"
"What's wrong with my apples?" interrupted the tree who was now very offended and annoyed.
"Nothin'. Nothin'," Fiyero replied, "She just doesn't like little worms in her food."
The tree lunged at the duo. They yanked away from the barbaric branches after being whacked a few times.
"Here, I'll show you how to get apples," Fiyero whispered to Dorothy.
"Didn't you just say there were worms in those apples?" Dorothy asked him.
Fiyero ignored her stupid comment and made faces at the tree. It began to throw numerous apples at them in rage. Dorothy and Fiyero (even though Fiyero didn't really need the apples anymore) scrambled about, collecting all the apples. Dorothy suddenly ran after an apple rolling into the forest. Fiyero followed. He hated being a babysitter but he didn't need anymore accidents with this girl.
"Come here, Scarecrow! Come!" she yelped.
Fiyero ran. Sweet Lurline only knew what could happen to a silly little girl in a forest of wild creatures and evil people. He arrived, trying to catch his breath only to find himself face to face with a metal man. He was made from aluminum, no...tin.
Review or I will drop a house on YOU! I must say it is quite painful.