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Hey, it's Dorothy ag'in.

Can you believe it? Fourteen years've gone by since I entered that H.R Pufnstuf world when I was a kid.

I'm now 22, an in my 3rd year of college--Auntie Em an' Uncle Henry've moved to th' old folk's home, and I've partially dropped my hick accent.

Toto's still with me though, bein' since I moved to th' city and got a place of my own. I was livin' a normal life for once, and I thought I'd never see that crazy place again...

Until last week however.

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(..cue digeridoo music)

A body was being dragged across the desert. It was covered in dirt, and could hardly move, dragging itself only by its hands. Suddenly, it looked up—at last, a watering hole, surrounded by emus and lizards!

The body, or rather the body of Dorothy Gale got up and ran towards the water. She drank and drank, and placed the water over her forehead and hair.

Dorothy had been the subject of a cruel prank by her college peers—hours ago, they pushed her off their Jeep while on a wildlife tour in the Australian Outback.

Since they didnʼt allow pets on the flight from Kansas, Toto was unfortunately left behind.

"Ah hate thʼ 90ʼs.." she said in her normal, country accent, relieved that no preppy teacherʼs pets could hear her.

Suddenly, something rustled in the bushes. Dorothy looked closer and pulled them back to find a cute, small, black and white chicken. Dorothy stared at the strange bird—an Australorp chicken—she realized, the countryʼs exclusive breed of chicken.

This was a great reminder of what she used to do...back on the farm.

"Ahʼll call you...Billina." Said Dorothy, picking up the "chook" as most people called it down under, and hugged it.

Once Dorothy was admiring her new friend, she looked and did not notice at all that a tornado was right behind her! She floated into the air, and got knocked out by a eucalyptus branch.