OzLand

Em, it hurts.

All this dust, you've gotta be sure to drink.

Otherwise you get dried up.

Is that what happened to everyone else?

What?

Dry up.

You know that I don't know.

Well, how do you know I dry up?

It's just like everything else,

if it doesn't stay wet it gets dry.

That isn't good for us.

We die like everything else.

So, everyone else did dry up?

I suppose.

Where do they go when they dry up?

Ah, probably just blow away.

That's it?

I don't know.

Quit asking me, and help me find some food.

What's wrong?

Leif, are you gonna cough up again?

Well come on and stop fooling around.

Whoever lived here...

They dried up.

No, no, it's okay, that's, that's just dust.

See?

It has just started blowing in from outside.

There's nothing to be scared of.

Come on leif.

We found somewhere else that might have some food.

Go for it.

What does that say?

Summer dress sale.

What if we could fly?

What?

What if we could fly?

We could get wherever we're going a lot faster

and get up real high and see what's ahead of us.

When was the last time you drank something?

Uhm, lunch?

Drink some more.

That'll do you a lot more good

than wishing you could fly.

Where are we going anyway?

West.

Just west?

Yeah, I figure it's as good a direction as any.

Maybe we'll even see some winged people.

Really?

No.

Probably more of the same.

Nothing.

Maybe something.

If we haven't seen anything by now, we'll never will.

So don't get your hopes up.

It's more important you focus on surviving.

Okay?

Yeah...

Close your eyes and get some rest.

You'll need it.

All right.

I found this cool book.

"The wonderful wizard of oz".

It's been a while you had something to read.

Yeah, I've been waiting 'till I found

something that looked good.

Does it have any pictures?

Mostly words, a few drawings.

What's an oz?

Mmm.

Ah!

What?

I think I just got stung.

Let's get outta here.

How bad does it hurt?

Ah, it hurts but I'll live.

One sting won't kill ya,

but if you got swarmed you could be a lot worse.

Why don't you read it out loud?

Dorothy lived in the midst of the great Kansas prairies,

with uncle Henry, who was a farmer,

and aunt em, who was the farmer's wife.

Their house was small, for the lumber to build

it had to be carried by wagon many miles.

There were four walls, a floor and a roof,

which made one room, and this room contained

a rusty looking cooking stove, a cupboard for the dishes,

a table, three or four chairs, and the beds.

Uncle Henry and aunt em had a big bed in one corner,

and Dorothy a little bed in another corner.

There was no cellar, except a small hole dug in the ground,

called a cyclone cellar, where the family could go

in case one of those great whirlwinds arose,

mighty enough to crush any building in its path.

It was reached by a trap door in the middle of the floor,

from which a ladder led down into the small, dark hole.

Today, uncle Henry sat upon the doorstep

and looked anxiously at the sky.

From the far north they heard a low wail of the wind,

the long grass bowed in waves before the coming storm.

There now came a sharp whistling in the air from the south,

they turned their eyes that way, they saw ripples

in the grass coming from that direction also.

"There's a cyclone coming, em." Called uncle Henry.

"Quick, Dorothy!" Screamed aunt em.

"Run for the cellar!"

When she was running halfway across the room

there came a great shriek from the wind,

and a strange thing happened.

The house whirled around two or three times

and rose slowly into the air.

The north and south winds met where the house stood,

and made it the exact center of the cyclone.

In the middle of a cyclone the air is generally still,

but the great pressure of the wind on

either side of the house raised it up higher and higher,

until it was at the very top of the cyclone,

and there it remained and was carried

miles and miles away as easily as you could carry a feather.

It's a place!

Huh?

Oz!

After the cyclone, Dorothy ended up in this place

where the grass is bright green

and there's color everywhere.

And she was greeted by these people called...

Munchkins!

And a witch, a good witch.

But there are bad witches too.

One was killed by Dorothy's house,

and the other, well that's the wicked witch of the west.

Witches?

Yeah, there are four of them.

Two good, and two bad.

Anyway, Dorothy's on this trip, like us,

but she knows where she's going.

Where's that?

The emerald city.

There's a wizard there that'll help her get home.

Are you hungry?

Oh, and what's a desert?

The good witch kept saying that.

Ozland is surrounded by one.

It's a lot worse than this.

Pretty much all dirt.

Have you ever seen one?

When I was little, with my dad.

Are ya hungry?

Yeah, a little.

Do we have a home?

This is it, we're humming through it every day.

No, I mean a real home.

Is that what we're looking for, where we're going?

We don't need a home.

Just food, water, and a means to survive.

Continuing to live is all we can hope for.

We can't live forever.

Then what?

Then that's it.

We dry up...

Yeah.

Hey...

Quit worrying thinking about it so much.

We'll keep on surviving and enjoy life while it lasts.

Ready?

Touchdown!

You know who could live forever?

The scarecrow.

A farmer made him out of straw,

and put him on a pole in the middle of a field,

so he could scare away crows.

He doesn't need to eat, drink, or sleep.

He doesn't have any brains though,

he's gonna go find the wizard to get him some.

There's no such thing as a man who doesn't have

to eat, drink or sleep.

Or one that can walk and talk with no brains.

There is in Ozland.

Ozland isn't real, it's just something someone

made up to entertain people.

I know.

But, what if?

She's pretty.

Thanks.

You'll like this part,

Dorothy and the scarecrow found this man

called the tin woodman, he got caught out

in the rain so he was all stiff, but they found some oil

and oiled up his joints so he could move and talk again.

Uhm, here!

Then I made up my mind that instead of living alone

I would marry, so that I might not become lonely.

There was one of the munchkin girls

who was so beautiful that I soon

grew to love her with all my heart.

But the girl lived with an old woman who did not

want her to marry anyone.

So the old woman went to the wicked witch of the east,

and promised her two sheep and a cow,

if she would prevent the marriage.