Prologue

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Cara leaned up against the tall birch wood door. She heard shuffling feet, and the patter of rain behind the door. Suddenly, without warning the door flew open and Cara fell flat on her face. As she looked up, a tall man with a mustache made out of nose hairs, held out his hand to help Cara up. She took his hand and greeted him,
"Hello, sir, thank you kindly."
"Don't mention it!" The cheery man said in a Scottish accent.
"Where might ya be goin' lassie?" The man asked, curiously.
"Oh I don't know yet, I don't know how I got here! Where am I?"
"Oh dearie, you be in the Land O' Oz. The great wizard lives up in the Emerald city, and grants all your wishes! Like me wish for a mustache don't ya know?"
"Oh... Right.. " Cara responds blankly.
I must be dreaming.... Cara says to herself.
All of a sudden a bright light shines in her eyes. Then she wakes up.

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