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

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes