“You have to see the Wizard,” said the talking wolf.
“What?” asked the stranger from the crashed balloon.
“The Wizard can help you get back home, like he did for Dorothy.”
“Dorothy?”
“A girl from Kansas. Heard of Kansas?”
“Yes.”
“Good. The Wizard can help you. We will go to the Emerald City together.”
“Thank you.”
“Well, sir, you’re no wolf, but I feel a kinship with you. I’m happy to help.”
“How do we get there?”
“We follow the road of yellow brick. And soon we’ll see the Wizard.”
Good, thought the stranger. Hopefully before the next full moon.
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After years of hunting monsters and fighting ninjas, globetrotting adventurer Reed Beebe has retired to a quiet Kansas City, Missouri neighborhood to write fiction and poetry. He is still trying to figure out Twitter, but if you’re patient and forgiving, you can follow him at http://twitter.com/ReedBeebe.
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