CHAPTER 2
" Holy crap those freaking Munchkins are annoying!" muttered Dorothy to herself.
" Yes they are, aren't they?" said a voice.
" What the….. WHO'S THERE!" Dorothy yelled.
" It's me, the Scarecrow."
" Scarecrows can't talk. You must be stupid." Dorothy said, angrily, having still not found the mouth these words were coming from.
" Who you callin' stupid?"
Finally, Dorothy turned and found where the voice was coming from it was a scarecrow attached to a pole, wildly swinging his arms and legs while trying to muster up an insult to throw at this strange angry girl.
"Well…. let's think now… since you and me are the only ones on the stupid retarded yellow brick road… and only stupid people call themselves stupid, then I guess that the stupid person here would beeee…. drum roll please…… THE IDIOT TACKED TO A POST!" ranted Dorothy, before stomping away.
This strange irritated person had angered the Scarecrow so much he somehow slipped off the post and ran after her.
"Now you listen here ,you retard. I may not have a brain but I am NOT stupid."
"Yeah, sure you aren't buddy. If you weren't stupid, you wouldn't have followed me here and not predicted this."
And with that, she threw the torch she had been holding behind her back on to the idiotic scarecrow. He didn't even realize what was happening because he was still trying to process what happened. After he had burnt, Dorothy, feeling soothingly happy to have burned the useless pile of hay, skipped away.
"Wow that felt good. I should burn hay more often. Yay!"
Dorothy was skipping along when she saw apples on the road. She thought, woww apples… like I care… ooh… old trees.
Dorothy started throwing the rotting apples at the old trees. All of a sudden, the trees came to life and started throwing them BACK at her.
"Hey, you! Yeah, you! With the stupid braids! Why are you throwing apples at us? WE MADE THEM! WE DON'T WANT THEM BACK! For frick's sake!" screeched the trees.
"WTF!" Dorothy cried. She preferred using WTF instead of the actual words.
"How dare you!" yelled a tree mother, while covering her tree child's ears, "Come on boys, get her out of here!"
Four trees which were most muscular than the others got up and began waddling towards Dorothy with menacing looks.
"Oh crap."