“Oh, dear,” Dorothy said, looking down at the witch’s legs and the beautiful Silver Shoes on her feet. “What can I do?”
“Nothing,” the little woman said. “The Wicked Witch of the East is dead. I am the Good Witch of the North, my dear. I am the Munchkins’ friend and now yours too.”
Dorothy was very surprised.
“I thought that all witches were wicked,” she said slowly.
“No, that’s not true,” the Good Witch of the North replied. “There were four witches in the Land of Oz-two were good and two were bad. But now, thanks to you, there is only one wicked witch-the Wicked Witch of the West. There is a wizard too. He is the Great Wizard of Oz and he lives in the Emerald City.”
“I am a girl and I live in Kansas with my aunt and uncle,” Dorothy replied. “Well, I used to live with them,” she went
on sadly. “I was carried here by the cyclone and now I want to get back to Kansas. Can you help me?”
The Good Witch shook her head.
“There is a desert” all around the Land of Oz,” she said. “No one can cross it. You will have to stay with us, my dear.”
Dorothy began to cry.
“This is a beautiful country,” she said. “But Kansas is my home. Uncle Henry and Aunt Em are there and they will be worried about me. Home is always the best place to be. Please help me to go home.”
The girl went on crying and the Munchkins began to cry too, because they felt sorry for her. The Good Witch of the North thought for a moment.
“You must go to the Emerald City,” she said after a while. “The Great Wizard of Oz lives there. Ask him to help you.”
“How do I get to the Emerald City? Is it a long way? Will YOU come with me?” Dorothy asked.
“You must follow the yellow brick road,” the Good Witch