The sky was getting darker and darker. Aunt Em was too upset to care; she made herself look bad in front of Dorothy. "I really wish I could help that poor child."

"Look," said Uncle Henry who was coming up. "Here comes the Sheriff."

A small man on a bike, wearing a Sherriff's common hat and shirt came up to them. "Hello, everyone," he said smiling. "Just came by to see if everyone is preparing themselves for the twister."

"Toto was only a dog, sir," said Aunt Em crossly. "Why did you have to let Miss Gulch kill him? Dorothy is heartbroken."

The Sherriff gave a look of surprise. "What are you talking about, Mrs. Gale? I never ordered a dog to be put down."

"Miss Gulch came with an order off you to have Toto put down," said Uncle Henry.

"I never gave such an order," said the Sherriff. "It makes me laugh to see that woman getting pestered by Dorothy's dog."

The couple looked at each other in shock.

"The order she showed us was staged!" cried Uncle Henry. Hunk, Zeke and Hickory who had just finished the wagon, listened in.

"Why didn't I think that it would be fake in the first place?" said Hunk angrily.

"She has no feelings for an innocent little dog like Toto," said Hickory.

"You don't suppose she killed him herself?" said Aunt Em worriedly.

"If she did," said Zeke, rolling his sleeves up, "I'd give her the old one-two! Put 'em up, Miss Gulch, put 'em up!"

"That woman is in big trouble," said the Sherriff. "Act of fraud. She'll be facing a serious charge."

At that point, thunder erupted followed by strong angry wind.

"Care to join us for cover?" Uncle Henry asked the Sherriff, putting a hand over his hat.

"Much obliged, mr. Gale," he said. "This is one angry storm. I've been cycling so fast, I would feel like a flying monkey if I were blowing away. I often eat bananas for a snack."

"I'll get Dorothy," said Aunt Em. She rushed in then she rushed back out with a look of panic. "She's gone!" she cried. She cupped her hand around her mouth. "DOROTHY! DOROTHY!" She rushed up to her husband. "Henry, I can't find Dorothy! She's somewhere out in the storm!"

The cyclone was drawing close up to them.

"IT'S A TWISTER!" screamed Uncle Henry. "IT'S A TWISTER! DOROTHY! DOROTHY! DOROTHY!"

The three farmhands ran about calling for Dorothy but were unsuccessful.

"She must've run away in shame," said Aunt Em. "Miss Gulch may have probably killed Toto herself."

"Miss Gulch will wish that she had been blown away by the time I'm finished with her," said the Sherriff whose hat blew away.

"But what about Dorothy?" screeched Aunt Em. "We can't leave her outside with the cyclone!"

"We'll have to hope she survives!" said the Sherriff.

"He's right, Em," agreed Uncle Henry. "There's nothing we can do now except pray. For all of us! To the cellar!"

They all rushed inside the cellar underground and shut the door.

"Aunt Em! Aunt Em! Where are you! It's Dorothy! I'm back! Maybe they are in the house."

Dorothy rushed inside the house tot her aunt and uncle's room. Them she ran into her room. Something suddenly hit her violently on the back of her head and she collapsed onto her bed.

When she revived, she felt the house rocking. She looked at the open bedroom window. The glass hit her. She noticed various thing flying pass, like a =n old woman knitting in her rocking chair, two men in a rowing boat, a cow, including a woman in a black coat and flat hat with an umbrella and a baby elephant flying using big ears to flap.
"We must be up inside the cyclone!" cried Dorothy to Toto who was hiding under the bed.

Then a figure appeared, somebody on a bike, wearing a long black coat and flat hat. Miss Gulch! Dorothy noticed her skin fading to green, then her coat began to look all ragged with cape flapping behind her and her hat was replaced with a long pointed one and the bike was no longer a bike but a broomstick. Dorothy had insulted her calling her a Witch but she was right without realizing. She was a Witch! Dorothy put her face in her bed as she heard her cackle in a very horrible manner.

Suddenly, the house stopped swirling about. It was starting to dash down. Dorothy held onto to Toto and sat on her bed.