The group of Muchkins stood nervously before the Wicked Witch of the East.
She was absolutely ugly. A grey ragged dress with a grey ragged pointed hat, and her face was a sickly blue.
"Why do you grow flowers in my presence?" she said threateningly. The Munchkins were too frightened to answer. "No flowers are allowed in this place. You all make me so angry, you make me as red as these shoes I'm wearing. I'm afraid I have no choice but to burn you all into rated compost."
She was reciting her spell when she stumbles over a flowerpot.
Many of the Munchkins giggled.
"Hey!" cried one pointing up a t the sky. "What's that?"
"I see it too," said another one. It looks like a … house.
"It's coming down!" cried another, they all ran about in panic to get out of the way.
"IT'S COMING DOWN TO ME!" screamed the Witch. She screamed in fright and tried to get up but before she could, THUD! SMASH!
The Munchkins looked at the house.
"Did you see that?" said one.
"Yeah," said another. "She got squished."
"There she is!" squealed a child Munchkin. "I can see her feet!" And so he could there were her two feet sticking out from under the house, still and lifeless. "She's dead!"
Everyone cheered.
But then the Mayor shushed everyone. "Whoever owns that house must be very powerful indeed: Another witch perhaps."
Everyone shuddered.
"So until we know who it is," instructed the Mayor. "We'd better be careful?"
"How do we find out?" said a voice.
"Knock on the door and ask," answered the Mayor.
"Go ahead then, Mayor," said a female Munchkin. "Knock."
"Me?" he gulped.
"As Mayor you got to go first," said the female.
"Let's go together."
A group of them huddled together and walked slowly and gingerly toward the house.
"ACHOO!"
"Don't do that!" cried the Mayor to the sneezer.
"It's my sinus," moaned the sneezer.
"Wait!" said the Mayor. "I know the strangers name: It's RFD2."
He read the name by the wall in red paint.
"Let's hope it's a god name," said a Munchkin.
A girl Munchkin peered in through the window to see a girl in a white dress checked in blue sleeping on a bed with a tiny black shaggy dog resting on her cheek.
"It's a girl. She's asleep in there. She looks pretty harmless."
"Looks mean nothing in a Witch," said a boy Mucnhkin.
"Go ahead, Mayor," said a Muchnkin. "Knock."
"It would be a shame to wake her," excused the Mayor.
"You're not scared of a girl are you," another teased.
"I'll show you who's afraid," said the Mayor now encouraged. He was just about to knock when they heard the sound of a cuckoo bird inside and they all screamed and hid behind the bushes.