Elphaba's heart soared at these words. She had always longed for a father, for her own had never accepted her, and never would. Just to imagine being the daughter of the Great and Powerful Oz was more than amazing. With such pleasant thoughts, Elphaba had forgotten one of her main purposes for coming; the problem concerning Animals.

"I'm here... we're here to alert you that something bad is happening..." Elphaba started.

"Please, I'm the Wizard of Oz. I already know why you've come." The Wizard cut her speech. Glinda and Elphaba in unison "Oooooo." Amazing, thought Elphaba. He truly is the most Wonderful Wizard I have ever

"Of course," the Wizard continued "you must prove yourself..."

"Prove yourself! Prove yourself!" Glinda interrupted. "But how?" Elphaba questioned.

"Oh, I don't know," the Wizard responded. "Some sort of gesture

Mostly for show

Something to test your, adeptness . . . I know! Madame, the book!"

From an entrance hidden in the room, Madame Morrible entered with a large book. Elphaba and Glinda both were in utter shock. There head mistress, the person who taught Elphaba and Glinda alike everything they knew (well, magically speaking. Socially, Madame Morrible was as cold hearted as a witch). Elphaba could not possibly imagine what she could be doing here.

"Madame Morrible..." Glinda started before Elphaba could get a word in.

"I believe you're well acquainted with my new Press Secretary," continued the Wizard.

"Press Secretary?" interrupted Elphaba. Madame Morrible explained "Oh, yes dearies, I've risen up in the world. You'll find that the Wizard is a very generous man. If you do something for him, he'll do much for you."

"What do you want me to do?" asked Elphaba. "Well, this is my monkey servant, Chistery." Said the Wizard From the bars machinery aloft the great head came a monkey. He was wearing a red coat trimmed in yellow. The coat was unbuttoned in the front revealing his chest. The monkey was calm and very obedient. "He looks so longingly at the birds every morning..." continued the Wizard.

"So," Madame Morrible suggested "the Wizard was thinking, perhaps, a levitation spell."

Glinda, having been quiet through this whole encounter finally dared to speak. As Elphaba, the Wizard, and Madame Morrible had been talking, Glinda had noticed the book Madame Morrible was carrying. Glinda could hardly believe her eyes. "Is that the Grimmerie?" asked Glinda. "Yes," responded Madame Morrible "the ancient book of spells and enchantments." Madame Morrible handed the Grimmerie to Elphaba. It was the largest book in size and weight that Elphaba had ever encountered.

"Can I touch it?" Glinda questioned.

"No!" Madame Morrible responded.

Elphaba opened the book. It was full of symbols and letters of sorts that she had never seen anything like before.

"What funny writing." Observed Elphaba.

"Well" started Madame Morrible "it's a lost language. The lost language of spells."

"It's kind of a recipe book for change." Said the Wizard, cutting Madame Morrible short.

"Don't be discouraged if you can't decipherate it, dearie." Continued Madame Morrible "I, myself, can only read a spell or two, and that took years and years-" Elphaba, fully capable of reading the language, started to chant the levitation spell "Ahven, tatey, aven tatey, aven tatey. . ." Elphaba continued to chant the ancient spell. "Oh, Chistery, what an experience you are about to have!" exclaimed the Wizard. The Wizard continued

Since once I have my own day in the sky!

I know everyone deserves the chance to fly!"

Suddenly Chistery started screeching at the top of his lungs.