Fifth Annual WAFF-a-THON Main Thread!
And if we all could spread a little sunshine
All could lend a helping hand
We all would be a little closer
To the Promised Land
WAFFathon 2013 Official Thread
Welcome, everyone, to the fifth annual WAFFathon, making the Internet a little happier. The premise behind the WAFFathon is simple: Fandom is great, but let's face it, it can get pretty dark ( Read more... )
All could lend a helping hand
We all would be a little closer
To the Promised Land
WAFFathon 2013 Official Thread
Welcome, everyone, to the fifth annual WAFFathon, making the Internet a little happier. The premise behind the WAFFathon is simple: Fandom is great, but let's face it, it can get pretty dark ( Read more... )
"Forgive me, my dears," Ozma said plaintively, looking across the cell at her two friends. "When the Queen of the Field Mice requested my aid, I thought it would be a pleasant journey across the countryside. I had no idea the Rats had been dabbling in sorcery, or that they would be able to overpower us so easily."
"If only we had a witch or wizard of our own," Trot said. "I don't s'pose we can get a message to Glinda from inside this cell?"
"It's possible Glinda will look in her Book and see our plight," responded Ozma, "but other than that, I'm afraid we are helpless for now."
"We're not helpless!" Dorothy said. "Why, Ozma, I know you can do a good bit of magic, when you're of a mind to it. Why don't we put up a fight?"
Ozma smiled sweetly at Dorothy. "My dear friend," she says, "you know I dearly hate fighting of any sort. And magic always has its way of going awry, especially under these circumstances."
"If only we knew their weakness," Dorothy said, frowning. "I remember when we fought the Nome King, we routed their whole army with nothing but the threat of some eggs."
"You did?" Trot's eyes widened.
Dorothy grinned. "Why, you shoulda seen it, Trot," she said. "All those Nomes, runnin' away on their fast spindly little legs over a single egg! All that and it wasn't even hard-boiled."
"So Nomes are afraid of eggs," Trot mused. "But what are Rats afraid of?" And in another moment, her eyes lit up in delight.
Crossing to the bars of the cage, she whistled a low note. "Mr. Guardsrat, sir?" she said demurely. "We don't mind waitin' and bein' your pris'ners of war, but we are getting awfully bored. Might you have something for us to play with? Just a string, so we can make braids, to pass the time?"
The Rat Guardsman looked at her a moment. Trot smiled at him, holding up her hands. "I'll bet you have some real pretty string," she says. "You Rats are such good collectors. I had a Rat back home that stole my prettiest hair ribbon, and I cried so hard for the loss of it."
The mention of his expertise seemed to perk the Rat Guardsman up, and he was off in a flash, returning quickly to display a loop of gold-tinted string that he'd doubtless stolen off a Munchkin's threadbare belt.
"Ooh, it's so pretty!" Trot said, and nodded to the others. Dorothy and Ozma came to the front of the cell, too, and added their words of admiration. "Mightn't we play with it for just a little while?"
"All-- all right then. But see that you give it back before the War Trial," the Rat Guardsman said, and allowed Trot and Dorothy to pull the piece of string through the bars of the cage.
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Dorothy's eyes lit up. "Of course!" she said, and began to work the string between her fingers.
The motions were so fluid and hypnotizing that the Rat Guardsman was drawn to the deft motions of Dorothy's hands after a few seconds. "It looks like sorcery," he murmurs. "What are you making there?"
Dorothy said, "Why, a Cat's Cradle, of course."
"A C-c-c-c-Cat?" The Guardsman took a few steps backward.
Ozma stood, her eyes flashing, and said imperiously, "That's right, a Cat's Cradle. It's a magical portal through which we can summon any number of hungry Cats."
"Don't!" The Guardsman fell over his own feet, petrified. "I beg of you, don't!"
"Why, you have sorcery," Trot teased. "Surely a bunch of cats can't scare you!"
"Oh, but they do--- they do!" the Guardsman said. "Perhaps they might not scare the Rat Wizard, but they scare me plenty. Please don't summon any Cats, please!"
"You will free us," Ozma said, "and return us to our normal size, so that we may exit your land."
"I can't, I can't! The Rat Wizard-- he'll have me wrapped up in beetle dung and hung outside through the summer!"
"Furthermore," Ozma went on, not in the least cowed by this threat, "you will renounce the use of sorcery and leave the Field Mice alone. My kingdom is wide and fair, and there is plenty of land for you to call your own without encroaching on their territory."
"Oh, no!" the Guardsman said. "No, no, no!"
But he crawled forward, opening the door to the dungeon, and Ozma and her companions ventured forth to confront the Rat Wizard. Dorothy kept the Cat's Cradle taut between her fingers, and the shining sparkle of the thread , and the dead-serious look on their faces, was enough to cow the Rat Wizard into submission. Once all three of the shrunken Princesses of Oz were back to their usual size, Trot picked the Rat Wizard up by his tail and scolded him.
"Now you behave," she says, "or I'll have to introduce you to our Wizard, and his friend, the Hungry Tiger!"
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It's PERFECT, darling! Intelligent girls who get themselves out of the mess they landed in! Whimsical ways of dealing with problems! Glinda's book! Ozma! Dorothy! Trot!
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