Lucas arrived back at his farm just in time. The wind was getting stronger and it looked like a black funnel cloud was beginning to form. "Aunt Tryina, Uncle Charlie, where are you?" he called into the house, but he couldn't find them. They must have already gone into the cellar to wait out the impending tornado. Lucas was just about to go outside to join them but he slipped on a drop of salsa that was on the floor for some reason and knocked his head against the bed frame. When he woke up, he checked out the window to see if the storm had passed. The storm was still going on, and it looked like the tornado sucked up his house. He saw a cow flying past the window, he saw pieces of fence swirling by, and then he saw Songbird riding on her bicycle. She looked like she wasn't even affected by the wind, so Lucas rubbed his eyes and he could have sworn that he saw Songbird flying on a broom with a black pointy hat on top of her head. Then all of a sudden the house started to fall and Lucas grabbed Psy for emotional support. With a thud the house dropped to the ground completely intact. Nervously, Lucas walked to the front door with Psy and opened it.
Last Edit: Mar 10, 2013 16:17:22 GMT -5 by Songbird
The first thing Lucas noticed when he stepped outside was that it was bright. He couldn't describe exactly what he was seeing because it was so unusual to him, but decided the best term for it was 'not just shades of gray'. Later, nobody would explain to him that what he was seeing were 'colors' which are produced by different rays of light reflecting off of stuff and interacting with the rods and cones in your eye. The second thing he noticed was that there was a massive amount of cheering and celebratory noises being made in his general direction. He saw a bunch of really short people wandering towards him cautiously. "Psy, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore," he said.
Suddenly he saw a big bubble heading towards him. Inside the bubble (which was pink, but he wouldn't know that), there was a lady. A blonde lady. "Are you a good witch or a bad witch?" she asked. "I'm not a witch! I'm lost!" said Lucas. "Well you've frightened all the sheep by falling out of the sky in your house," said the lady. "Sheep?" Lucas then saw a bunch of sheep just hanging out baaing with fright, which was what he mistook for cheering. "I'm Anka, the good witch of the North. You're in Oz. Anyway, who are you? You must have powerful magic, you killed the Wicked Witch of the East," she said. Lucas turned toward the house and saw a pair of legs sticking out from under it with a nice pair of shoes on them. "I didn't mean to kill anybody! Honest!" he said. "The sheep are all very happy, you see the witch would come here every day and take one of them. Nobody knows what happens to them but my guess is that she used them to make clothes, see?" Anka said pointing to the shoes, which upon closer inspection were insulated with sheep's wool. "You deserve these ruby slippers as a gift for freeing the sheep," Anka said waving her wand. The slippers automatically were on Lucas's feet. He was really not comfortable wearing womens shoes and it didn't help that they were bright red pumps. If it wasn't for the sheep's wool they would be extremely uncomfortable.
Someone was coming out of the only building in the town. "Oh look here's the mayor." Lucas wasn't going to judge a new land he just came into, but he didn't understand what the point was in having a mayor to a town full of sheep. "As mayor of sheep city I'm giving you the key to the city, and also this sticker that says 'thanks for landing a house on the Wicked Witch of the East," said Sixteen. "Thanks!" said Lucas as he put the sticker on proudly.
Next time, we'll learn why its bad to wear stickers