Dorothy was invited to spend the night at a Munchkin Farmer's cottage. They were very hospitable. They gave Dorothy fresh bread and cheese for supper with rich creamy milk for her and Toto. Then they gave her a comfortable bed. They were very kind. They made Dorothy think exactly of Aunt Em and Uncle Henry.
But she stopped thinking of it though. Thinking of those two was painful. It was painful to think of Aunt Em mostly. She is back in Kansas, sick with a broken heart, and here Dorothy was, stranded in a strange, other beautiful land where only one sorcerer can be of use. Dorothy sung herself to sleep.
Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high
There's a place that no so well, though it's gray and dry
Somewhere over the rainbow
Where I came
My home begs for to return, right the way I came
"You bed was comfortable, Miss," praised Dorothy outside the gate resuming her journey.
"We're glad we could be of use, deary," said the Farmer's Wife. "The sort of thing we would always do for Dot before she ran away."
"Who's Dot?" asked Dorothy.
"Our little niece," said the Farmer. "We took her in after the Wicked Witch of the West killed her parents. She was like daughter to us, but then one day, the Witch terrorized our land and her little puppy bit her. She threatened to kill us if we didn't give the puppy to her, so we had to. Our little angel ran away in shame. We never saw her again."
"I'm so sorry for your loss," said Dorothy, close to tears from hearing the story.
"So we only wish you luck for getting home," said the Farmer's Wife. "Good luck, deary."
After half an hour of walking, Dorothy's mind was spinning n the story. It reminded her so much of her reason from running away: To save Toto from Miss Gulch. She needed to get home and fast. Dorothy continued her song form last night:
Someday I'll wish upon a star, and wake up where my house is right behind me,
Where I shall be safe from raindrops, that trickle from the chimney tops, that's where I'll find me
Somewhere over the rainbow
I shall fly
I'll fly back from the rainbow, back home; I'll at least try
If happy little bluebirds fly, back from the rainbow,
Why, oh why, can't I?
