Anyway, as I was lying in bed with both the children listening for the rumble of winds turned tornado (my bedroom is our safe room), I could only think of this:
The wind began to switch - the house to pitch and suddenly the hinges started to unhitch.
Just then the Witch - to satisfy an itch went flying on her broomstick, thumbing for a hitch.
Over and over the voices of the munchkins and Dorthy kept invading my storm watch demeanor. Supposedly, I should have stayed on alert until 3 a.m. If alert means trying to remember the all the words in the death of the witch scene, I was.
We had no tornado here, even though it was a "particularly dangerous situation," but others in Mississippi were not so lucky. My Internet service was out all day yesterday, but I am not even sure the storms had anything to do with that. Today, I was able to look up the rest of the lyrics for that scene in The Wizard of Oz. Isn't the Internet fascinating?
Here they are in case you, too, are obsessive compulsive. I got them from here.
Glinda
Come out, come out, wherever you are and meet the young lady, who fell from a star.
She fell from the sky, she fell very far and Kansas, she says, is the name of the star.
Munchkins
Kansas, she says, is the name of the star.
Glinda
She brings you good news. Or haven't you heard?
When she fell out of Kansas
A miracle occurred.
Dorothy
It really was no miracle. What happened was just this.
The wind began to switch - the house to pitch and suddenly the hinges started to unhitch.
Just then the Witch - to satisfy an itch went flying on her broomstick, thumbing for a hitch.
Munchkins
And oh, what happened then was rich.
*The house began to pitch. The kitchen took a slitch.
It landed on the Wicked Witch in the middle of a ditch,
Which was not a healthy situation for the Wicked Witch.
*The house began to pitch. The kitchen took a slitch.
It landed on the Wicked Witch in the middle of a ditch,
Which was not a healthy situation for the Wicked Witch.
... Who began to twitch and was reduced to just a stitch of what was once the Wicked Witch.
Munchkin #1
We thank you very sweetly, for doing it so neatly.
Munchkin #2
You've killed her so completely, that we thank you very sweetly.
Glinda
Let the joyous news be spread, The Wicked Old Witch at last is dead!
4 comments:
I am so very glad you didn't all blow away. I could have sent my flying monkeys down to help sort things out though.
LOVE IT!!!
Seriously -- glad you woke up on the right star!
I read the book too, and, like you, still have stronger movie associations.
Do NOT google dictionary "slitch," although the 2nd definition under the first hit is interesting.
So hard to believe we received a foot of snow overnight while you were recovering from near tornados. Alas, spring will come, sooner or later :-)
I don't have google dictionary. I did google it and that first hit was certainly enlightening.
The snow is so weird, though I think it was the same system. We have 70s again today!!
I actually thought of you this weekend as I was watching The Weather Channel. How nice it is to have friends in all different places. Glad you were safe and sound.
I knew the shoes were different colored. It's been a few years since I read the book to Thomas and I would have told you they were purple in the book...my memory must be going!
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