Post by gypsy on Jun 30, 2004 5:11:09 GMT -5
Title: The Witch and the Fox Babies
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Musical
Summery: On a moonless eve, a witch was set free of past wrongdoings and misunderstandings. Although the story of any Witch has no ever after, it still must be resolved to be any kind of story at all.
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PROLOGUE
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In the story of the Witch and the fox babies, the foxes made the Witch fall asleep so they could escape. Upon their liberation, the moon covered the cave’s entrance and everlastingly imprisoned the Witch inside. And there the wicked old Witch stayed for a good long time. But what of the eve when there was to be no moon, the reason the story ended where it did?
On a cold autumn evening some time after the Witch’s initial imprisonment, the moon relinquished it’s duties. On that one night, the only moonless night, the Witch crept out of hiding to return to the world she had been locked away from for so long.
Far from the Witch’s realm in the sky, another Witch lay in captivity. On that same moonless evening, a second liberation occurred, setting a second Witch free of past wrongdoings and misunderstandings. For although the story of a Witch has no ever after, it still must be resolved to be any kind of story at all.
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The tin man had asked for a heart, and he had given it to him. The lion had asked for courage, and he had given it to him. The little girl had asked to go home, and he had given it to her, but at the cost of his entire kingdom that he had dominated for decades. Glinda the Good had come up with the idea. Something was troubling her, something she would not say (but he had guessed it to be the death of the Wicked Witch), and so she had told him to leave.
Of course, if anyone else had asked him to just leave without as much as a reason or something to offer in return, he would have refused. But despite her appearance, Glinda had put a great deal of thought into her words. She had seen him for what he truly was, and if he did not obey her then the rest of Oz would know as well. That simply would not do.
His entire source of power was from his solidarity. He was mysterious, no one ever saw him for what he truly was; No one was allowed. The reason the citizens of Oz had to believe every word that passed his lips was because they could not see him for the fool he really was. All they saw was a massive head on a throne, shrouded in smoke and bright lights. He gave the people what they wanted, and so they did not seem to care that their leader was always hiding behind a bronze head.
Although he had good ideas, no one had ever listened to him back home because he was meek, small of step and spent his entire life on the road. “What would you know of the world,” they would say, “if you have yet to stop and see it for yourself?” Nobody wanted a leader; though they were all impoverished and unhealthy, they thought it best if they governed themselves.
When he came to Oz, it was a mess, and he had cleaned up that mess just fine. So, many lives were lost, homes and crops destroyed, and enough suffering to last the rest of time, but Oz had righted itself in the end. Somehow, he had pulled everyone through into a perfect world. But still, Glinda wanted him gone, and if he ever let his real self out into the world, nothing would be right anymore.
So he obeyed, and as his great green balloon rose up into the sky, a flock of angry Birds, having been stripped of every single right they ever had, rose from the trees and followed him into high altitude, where they pecked holes in the canvas and tore the strings. The Wonderful Wizard of Oz was reduced to a Wonderful explosion of a corpse, as well as the little girl and her little black dog.
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Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Musical
Summery: On a moonless eve, a witch was set free of past wrongdoings and misunderstandings. Although the story of any Witch has no ever after, it still must be resolved to be any kind of story at all.
***
PROLOGUE
***
In the story of the Witch and the fox babies, the foxes made the Witch fall asleep so they could escape. Upon their liberation, the moon covered the cave’s entrance and everlastingly imprisoned the Witch inside. And there the wicked old Witch stayed for a good long time. But what of the eve when there was to be no moon, the reason the story ended where it did?
On a cold autumn evening some time after the Witch’s initial imprisonment, the moon relinquished it’s duties. On that one night, the only moonless night, the Witch crept out of hiding to return to the world she had been locked away from for so long.
Far from the Witch’s realm in the sky, another Witch lay in captivity. On that same moonless evening, a second liberation occurred, setting a second Witch free of past wrongdoings and misunderstandings. For although the story of a Witch has no ever after, it still must be resolved to be any kind of story at all.
***
The tin man had asked for a heart, and he had given it to him. The lion had asked for courage, and he had given it to him. The little girl had asked to go home, and he had given it to her, but at the cost of his entire kingdom that he had dominated for decades. Glinda the Good had come up with the idea. Something was troubling her, something she would not say (but he had guessed it to be the death of the Wicked Witch), and so she had told him to leave.
Of course, if anyone else had asked him to just leave without as much as a reason or something to offer in return, he would have refused. But despite her appearance, Glinda had put a great deal of thought into her words. She had seen him for what he truly was, and if he did not obey her then the rest of Oz would know as well. That simply would not do.
His entire source of power was from his solidarity. He was mysterious, no one ever saw him for what he truly was; No one was allowed. The reason the citizens of Oz had to believe every word that passed his lips was because they could not see him for the fool he really was. All they saw was a massive head on a throne, shrouded in smoke and bright lights. He gave the people what they wanted, and so they did not seem to care that their leader was always hiding behind a bronze head.
Although he had good ideas, no one had ever listened to him back home because he was meek, small of step and spent his entire life on the road. “What would you know of the world,” they would say, “if you have yet to stop and see it for yourself?” Nobody wanted a leader; though they were all impoverished and unhealthy, they thought it best if they governed themselves.
When he came to Oz, it was a mess, and he had cleaned up that mess just fine. So, many lives were lost, homes and crops destroyed, and enough suffering to last the rest of time, but Oz had righted itself in the end. Somehow, he had pulled everyone through into a perfect world. But still, Glinda wanted him gone, and if he ever let his real self out into the world, nothing would be right anymore.
So he obeyed, and as his great green balloon rose up into the sky, a flock of angry Birds, having been stripped of every single right they ever had, rose from the trees and followed him into high altitude, where they pecked holes in the canvas and tore the strings. The Wonderful Wizard of Oz was reduced to a Wonderful explosion of a corpse, as well as the little girl and her little black dog.
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