The chilly wind swept through my hair, undoing my messy pigtails. My heels clicked against the yellow brick road. Toto to my left  barked at the mice as they scurried through the field. Munchkins kept telling me that Oz does end, so what lies ahead of the yellow brick road? The tornado that swept me to Oz left a devastating affect on me, cuts and bruises covered my skin, I was stuck in this strange land with no help or friends apart from Toto. Hunger threaded itself through me. How long has it been since I’ve eaten. My knees buckled…