A lightning bolt hit the old brown tree. It made a noise that shook the house and broke at least one window. Boris screamed and jumped in Dot's arms. Neddie hugged Tin Boy.

"Neddie," called out Dot still nurturing Boris in her arms. "I'm right here, sis." Nothing was damaged. However, underneath the tree there was a bright green illumination. Boris quivered, it was probably something wicked and scary. "It's a wicked witch!" he cried. Everyone gasped.

"What did you do now?" spewed Bella in a terrible tone. Everyone looked at Andrea. She looked down at the floor in regret. Lets go see what it is," said Bella. "Call for Aunt Glinda," begged Neddie. Andrea protested, for she didn't want to be compared to her beautiful and angelic mother – but the gang persisted. Glinda neither called back or appeared.

They were terrified. "Maybe it's a prank from Otto!" bellowed Andrea. "It came out of your wand!" cried Bella.

Bella, Frank and Scarecrow Jr. decided they better take a peek at what the illuminating object was. The glow of the figure depreciated as they approached. The three began gagging in the smoke. Frank, with his eyes closed, bumped into Andrea. He out his shirt over his mouth.

"Hey! Get back with the others your not supposed to be here." "Andrea?" said a soft, meek voice – it obviously wasn't her. Frank opened his eyes. The smoke had cleared. His mouth dropped open then he looked at stunned Scarecrow Jr. In front of him stood a little girl with strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes.

She looked like a little Glinda. Toto, Neddie, Dot, Tin Boy, Boris and Andrea ran up to her. This was no wicked witch! Glinda had been turned into a child! What were they going to do? "Aunt Glinda what happened? Andrea what did you do?" squeaked Neddie, his arm attached to Dot's skirt. Andrea looked even more ashamed.

The little girl looked around. "I must be in the right place then. Hi Tin Man…or…Boy, hi Scarecrow, Bella, Boris, Toto." The girl pecked Dot on the cheek, "hi Dot, hi Neddie."

Scarecrow Jr. raised his eyebrows. "Who are you?" "My name is Blossom, where am I?" questioned the little girl. "You are at my mom Glinda's castle," inquired Andrea.

The girl looked around, a smile came to her face. "Glinda? Grandma? I miss her so!" She jumped for joy. "Grandma?" uttered everyone in unison.

"Did you say Glinda is your mother?" Blossom asked Andrea. "Yes…" All of a sudden torrents of tears came from the little girl's eyes she tumbled onto Andrea knocking her to the ground. "Mommy! Mommy! Mommy! I've missed you so much!" Blossom began kissing her rapidly as Andrea tried to kick her off.

"Mommy? Andrea can't be your "mommy" she's just a kid!" Tin boy and Dot pulled the gushing girl away from Andrea. Blossom rolled back onto the grass. She caught her senses. "Andrea, its no lie…I'm your daughter!"

Everyone was looking directly at Andrea who lay in the grass incensed. "My father sent me to go back in time to stop mom from becoming a wicked witch! He said I would land around his friends playing when they were little."

"We're not little!" snorted Bella, angrily. Bella did not believe a word of it. The girl had probably been spying on them. "Bella, she is right," inquired Scarecrow, "look, the stratus clouds have disappeared!" He gave a proud smirk. Andrea felt qualm all of a sudden.

"A wicked witch! Andrea?" sniffed Neddie, "She can't be a wicked witch! She's our friend!" Neddie began to cry. Andrea was surprised someone felt that way about her. The girl was also getting teary eyed too. "There, there Neddie. Blossom, who is your father?" asked Tin Boy curiously.

Blossom looked down at the floor. "Well, I've always called him Dad but I think his first name is what...Frank?" Everyone gasped and looked at Frank. Scarecrow Jr. started chuckling. Frank shook his head, "Oh no, I can't marry Andrea! No, umm...no way! I don't even...like..." Frank's face turned bright red.

Scarecrow Jr., Tin Boy and Bella broke out in a hysterical laugh. Neddie even chuckled a bit. "You can't be serious?" asked Dot, "can you?" Andrea looked at Frank, then at Blossom, then at Frank, then at Blossom. The new girl seemed confused.