The Wonderful Wizard of Oz

Scene 12: Glinda the Good Witch of the South

In the heart of the untamed forest, our fearless friends embarked on a daring quest, untouched by any perils that lay in their path. Their journey led them to a majestic hill, adorned with colossal chunks of rock that stretched from its peak to its very foundation. The audacious Scarecrow, never one to shy away from a challenge, remarked, "Ascending this hill will surely test our mettle, but conquer it we shall, no matter the obstacles that await us." Filled with unwavering determination, he took the lead, with his comrades following close behind.

As they approached the first massive boulder, a gruff voice echoed through the air, commanding them to halt. "Pray tell, who dares stand in our way?" inquired the Scarecrow boldly. Suddenly, a head emerged from behind the rock, accompanied by the same voice that declared, "This hill is under our domain, and we allow no trespassers." Undeterred, the Scarecrow countered, "Nevertheless, we must traverse it, for our destination lies within the realm of the Quadlings." Defiantly, the voice retorted, "But you shall not pass!" The figure that emerged was unlike anything the travelers had ever witnessed before. This stout, diminutive man possessed an oversized head, crowned by a flat top and supported by a wrinkled, sturdy neck. Astonishingly, he lacked any limbs. Observing this peculiar sight, the Scarecrow harbored no fear of this feeble creature's ability to impede their ascent. With unwavering bravery, he declared, "I regret that I cannot comply with your wishes, but we shall conquer this hill, whether you approve or not," and strode forth resolutely.

In the blink of an eye, the man's head shot forward, his neck extending until the flat top collided with the Scarecrow's midsection, sending him tumbling uncontrollably down the hill. Swiftly, the head retreated to its body, and the man let out a harsh cackle, proclaiming, "It's not as effortless as you presumed!"

The air was filled with a symphony of uproarious laughter emanating from the distant rocks. Dorothy's eyes widened as she beheld a multitude of armless Hammer-Heads populating the hillside, concealing themselves behind each rock. The Lion's temper flared, fueled by the mirth provoked by the Scarecrow's misfortune. With a resounding roar that reverberated like thunder, he charged up the hill. But in a flash, another head shot out, causing the mighty Lion to plummet down the slope as if struck by a cannonball.

Dorothy swiftly descended to assist the Scarecrow, extending a helping hand. The Lion, feeling battered and sore, limped over to them and grumbled, "It's futile to confront adversaries with projectile heads; no one can withstand such an assault." "Then what can we do?" she inquired. The Tin Woodman proposed, "Summon the Winged Monkeys once more, for you still possess the authority to command them." "Very well," she agreed, donning the Golden Cap and uttering the magical incantation.

As swift as ever, the Monkeys promptly assembled before her, their King bowing respectfully. "What are your orders?" he inquired with deference. "Transport us across the hill to the land of the Quadlings," the girl responded. "Consider it done," declared the King, and in an instant, the Winged Monkeys. scooped up the four travelers and Toto in their arms, soaring away with them. As they soared over the hill, the Hammer-Heads bellowed in vexation, hurling their heads skyward. Yet their futile attempts could not reach the Winged Monkeys, who safely carried Dorothy and her companions over the hill, gently placing them down in the breathtaking land of the Quadlings.

The land of the Quadlings appeared to be a place of abundance and joy. Vast fields of maturing grain stretched as far as the eye could see, intersected by well-constructed roads. Delightful brooks, adorned with sturdy bridges, meandered through the landscape. Fences, houses, and bridges were all adorned in vibrant shades of red, reminiscent of the yellow in the country of the Winkies and the blue in the land of the Munchkins. The Quadlings themselves, short and plump, exuded an aura of cheerfulness, their red attire contrasting vividly against the lush green grass and golden crops. The Monkeys had deposited them near a farmhouse, and the four travelers approached the door, knocking gently. It swung open to reveal the farmer's wife, who graciously welcomed them inside. When Dorothy requested some food, the woman treated them to a sumptuous feast, featuring an assortment of cakes and cookies, accompanied by a refreshing bowl of milk for Toto.

Curiosity piqued, the child inquired, 

"How far is it to the Castle of Glinda?" "Not too far," replied the farmer's wife. "Just head south, and you'll reach it in no time." Expressing their gratitude to the kind-hearted woman, they resumed their journey, strolling through the fields and crossing picturesque bridges until they laid eyes upon a magnificent castle. 

Positioned before its gates stood three young girls, donning resplendent red uniforms adorned with golden trim. As Dorothy approached, one of them addressed her, asking, "What brings you to the South Country?" "I've come to meet the Good Witch who reigns here," she replied.

"Could you guide me to her?" "Please disclose your name, and I shall inquire whether Glinda will receive you," the girl soldier requested. 

Dorothy turned behind her and pointed at her companions, 

"This is the Scarecrow.. Tin Woodsman, and the Cowardly Lion," she replied confidently.

"And, what must be your name," the girl soldier requested again. 

"Dorothy," she paused. "Dorothy Gale,"

After a brief interval, she returned with news that Dorothy and her companions were to be admitted immediately.