THE PARTY IS OVER

Chapter four

Here we are again. You’re undoubtedly thinking to yourself, “What else could this din-a-ling possibly have to say about Oz that she hasn’t already said in the past three posts.  You have to understand the reason I keep going on and on it because I find Oz to be so amazing and wonderful and I’ve always wanted to live there. It all started when I was eight years old and I read my first Oz book. I was completely head over heels in love with this magical place. I’ve always thought that it is quite possible these books are what turned me into someone who loves to read. By now you all have a fairly good idea of how crazy I am about Oz and all things Oz so instead of giving you any more facts gleaned from the many books or the wonderful movie I’m going to pack it all in. Yep, I’m not going to say another word on the subject. Instead I’m going to let you take a peek behind the curtain and see what the others have to say before we get to the part where we find out where Dillywink will be heading off to no doubt the main reason you’re here.

"I was beginning to think she was going to make this party last all week. There must be something wrong with the workings of her mind. No one in their right mind would go on and on like this for so many days."

"Thank goodness that's over with. If she had made us pose for one more photo I was out of there. It's such a relief to be sitting down, these diamond slippers are killing my feet. I don't suppose any of you know where my wand got off to?"

"Stop your whining, at least you can sit down. She's done something to me so now I can't even sit and these shoes are pinching my toes and mashing my bunions. I've noticed you can't seem to keep a hold on that wand of yours. You're probably sitting on it."

"Dorothy, did you hear I'm getting a new home?"

"Yes Dillywink, I heard."

"Dear, we've all heard about you getting a new home so there's no need to keep telling us. It's not likely we're going to forget.

Now my bottom is going numb from sitting here and my dress is starting to wrinkle."

"Just listen to you whiny babies. None of you have anything to be complaining about. I don't see any of you stuck in a plastic bag. Plastic doesn't breath you know and it's probably 110 degrees in  here and my nose itches and I can't move my arms so I can't scratch it. I don't suppose one of you two could lend a hand."

"We didn't even notice you laying here. Who are you and what are you doing in That bag?"

"What do you mean, who am I? I'm the Red Queen, that's who I am. Who the heck are you two? I don't recall seeing either of you until this morning but of course I've been laying on a shelf and haven't seen much of anything since she stuck me in this bag and surely you don't think I agreed to being stuck in here. How stupid are you?"

"Hey lady, did you hear I'm getting a new home?"

"Yes you dumb twit! I've heard you say that at least a dozen times now. Instead of being so annoying do something useful and scratch my nose since neither one of those other two would do it and can't get a hand free."

"Sure thing. Hey maybe I can help you get out of the bag. Whatcha' think, Queenie?"

"Well, would ya look at this?!? There's a little girl hiding in here."

"How humiliating!! This is no way for the queen to be treated!

First I'm stuffed in a bag and then hidden away on a shelf and now this?!? That last bit is the final insult! I'm the queen and this will not do!

Off with his head!"

"Hey Mister, did you hear I'm getting a new home?"

"Yes, I've heard, and about 30 times in the past half hour. Why don't you give it a rest son?"

"I see you've found your wand Glinda, can I touch it?"

"Sure, but only with one finger. It has powerful magic you know."

"What's with the old man over there? Do any of you recognize him?"

"There's something wrong with him. Did you notice except for his head he's all pale and colorless? You three need to go over there find out who he is and what he's doing here."

"So, you say your name is Santa Claus and you are a symbol of Christmas and you know when someone is naughty or nice and you bring toys to the good little girls and boys? That's your story?"

"Yes, on Christmas Eve I get in my sleigh that is pulled by eight flying reindeer and we fly throughout the night from house to house and I leave presents in the stockings hanging from the mantel of the fireplace or under a decorated tree."

"And you say you get into the houses by going down the chimney? Isn't that a bit risky? I mean, what if there's a fire or what if there isn't a fireplace so there's no chimney?

 Another thing, how do you know who's naughty or nice? Oh, and where did you get reindeer that fly? Are you some powerful wizard?"

I think you have some idea of what it is like around here so without further ado I'm going to announce who has been chosen to provide a home for Dillywink.

Before telling you who it is I'll explain the process that was used in selecting who it would be. It's a simple but well thought out process and it goes something like this:

"Ken do me a favor and pick a number between zero and ten." (me)

"HUh? What time is it? Is it time for breakfast?" (my son Ken)

"No it's still too early for breakfast. Just pick a number between zero and ten, okay?" (me)

"Why did you wake me up if it isn't time for breakfast?" (Ken)

"Just do it for me, okay?" (Me)

"Eleven." (Ken)

"Real funny! Now, just pick a number will you? I don't want to get out the throwing knives or dart board." (Me) These are methods used for choosing winners in previous giveaways.

"Whatever! Six. Okay, now will you leave me alone so I can go back to sleep?" (Ken)

So looking at the list I see the name in the number six position is:

Ireland Brady.

Ireland Brady would you please get back to me with your mailing address so I can send little Dillywink on his way? As you've probably noticed he's really excited about heading out to his new home.

"Dorothy I'm going to miss you most of all."

"Yeah, yeah Dillywink, I'll miss you too."

"Does anybody know why she's got so many boxes out? Why would she need so many? Look, there are more of those bags like the one the queen is in. You don't think she's going to stick us in one of those do you?"

Thanks for putting up with my silliness and for coming back day after day to celebrate with me. It's been fun for me and I hope for you as well. And a special thanks to you Oma Linda for hosting this fun affair. I know you had to give me a shove to get me started but once I did get started there was just no stopping me. I so enjoyed seeing what all of the others who were participating in this affair had to offer and I even won a giveaway. Until next time.

Enjoy your week and as always, thanks for stopping by.