Like a cyclone, Dorothy, touched DOWN, and the storms, it'd, MURDERED (as it was intentional, NOT "manslaughter"…), the Wicked Witch of the West.
Like a cyclone, she'd, allowed her anger toward everything that's happened from all those years before, take her, over, until things of her past, totally, completely, consumed her, and she'd, raged, like a cyclone that's, rolled down onto the plains, destroying EVERYTHING in her path, including everything she once, loved.
what those story told us it looked like...photo from online
Like a cyclone, Dorothy finally, unleashed her angers from years of abandonment, getting left behind by her own parents, although, it wasn't her parents' fault that they had, died (they died, right???), and it wasn't that her Aunty Em and her Uncle Henry didn't love her like she was, their, own, but, being, orphaned at such an early age, had to be, hard, and all the angers from her parents' dying, all came up.
So, like a cyclone, Dorothy spun, out of control, DESTROYED the Emerald City, a place where her old dreams were, kept…
Like a cyclone, everything started to, unravel, piece by piece, everything got, carried, higher, higher, higher and higher up, until, the earth became, so tiny, and everything on it, became, non-existent!
and this, is the, reality of that touchdown! Photo from online
Like a cyclone, Dorothy turned, churned, and cut across the wheat field, the steel mill, and across that circus, and KILLED, all of her, traveling companions as she is to venture into the Land of the Oz. And she had, NO one left, not even, Toto, for he'd, ducked to, god-knows-where, out of, Dorothy's anger's, way, not to be found, again…
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