Copyright (C) 2003 by Robert J. Evans. Xlibris Publishing. You may order this book from the special order desk at your book store. ISBN No. 0-7388-2254-X(Hardcover). or ISBN No. 0-7388-2255-8 (Softcover) You can also order directly from the publisher. Dorothy's Mystical Adventures in Oz By Robert J. Evans This book is dedicated L. Frank baum, who was the first mortal to discover The marvelous land of Oz -- and to my son, Robert Jr., whose love of Oz inspired this story. Contents 1. Market Day 2. Dorothy Reminisces on Oz 3. Dorothy Returns to Oz 4. The Pinheads 5. A Visit From The Wicked Witch of The Deep South 6. The Dainty Land of China 7. The Girrephalumps 8. Lion Country 9. The Mission Begins 10. A Philosophical Discussion 11. Octapongland 12. The Fuzzy Yellow Wogglebugs 13. Princess Saari's Colorland 14. Tickleland 15. Elfland 16. Thoughtformland 17. Americanindianland 18. UFOland 19. Americanpresidentland 20. Captured 21. A Surprising Reversal 22. A Political Discussion 23. At last, The Emerald City * Chapter One: Market Day * It was a warm summer morning. Dorothy was sitting out on the front porch, gently rocking back and forth in Aunt Em's rocking chair. Toto, her little dog, lay sleepily at her feet. Aunt Em and Uncle Henry were hustling and bustling inside the house, getting ready to go to market. "Oh, Dorothy ..." called Aunt Em. No answer. "Dorothy, do you hear me?" Still no answer. Aunt Em marched out on the porch. Toto, sensing trouble, scampered off, while Dorothy -- hearing Aunt Em's heavy footsteps, turned to see what the commotion was. Needless to say, Aunt Em did not look too pleased. She stood in front of Dorothy with her hands firmly planted on her hips. "What is the matter with you, child? Didn't you hear me calling?" "I'm sorry, Auntie Em." "Were you sleeping?" "Oh no, I wasn't asleep, Auntie. But ... well I was kind of thinking about things, and ... well ..." Just then, Uncle Henry appeared. He was struggling with his collar. "Would you help me with this, Em?" he asked. "Just a minute, Henry," his wife answered. She spoke sharply to the girl. "I'm afraid I don't understand you these days." Dorothy looked up at her aunt with her big brown eyes. A hint of a tear appeared. "I've tried to explain to you, Auntie." Aunt Em just shook her head. "Now, I don't want to hear any more of your tall tales, Dorothy. Not right now." "We're running late, Em," interrupted Uncle Henry. "All right," answered his wife. She turned back her niece. "You'd better hurry and get yourself ready, young lady. We'll talk about this later." Dorothy started to leave, then hesitated for a moment. "Auntie Em, could I stay home today?" Aunt Em looked surprised, for Dorothy usually looked forward to market day. "Are you feeling poorly?" she asked, putting her hand on the girl's forehead.