In answer to the question of why it happened, I offer the modest proposal that our Universe is simply one of those things which happen from time to time. To a Friend 984 Never moon a werewolf. There is another theory which states that this has already happened. Donate it to the Salvation Army instead. They'll clean it and put it on a hanger.
Next morning buy it back for seventy-five cents.
Go home tonight, eat a whole box of Ex-Lax, tomorrow you'll be afraid to cough. Although I can accept talking scarecrows, lions and great wizards of emerald cities, I find it hard to believe there is no paperwork involved when your house lands on a witch. A woman's work that is never done is the stuff she asked her husband to do. Never trust a man who says he's the boss at home. He probably lies about other things too.