Dorothy: Book 2 Chapter 1

## Verse 1

Hello, there! My name is **Dorothy**.

I was living peacefully as can be,

until one day, out of nowhere,

a **twister** whisked my house away.

I'll spare you the details, but

just when I thought I'd made it home,

I find myself here... in this "Library."

What a wonderfully odd place!

I must admit, my interest is piqued.

But first I need to find my author.

What's that? A **sacrifice** is needed?

Whatever for? How very **intriguing**!

 Hmm. Sacrifices are necessary to meet my author.

 That would mean the dead can be revived.

 As long as sufficient payment is made.

 So many must be killed to save one?

 Perhaps the soul's value is a factor here.

 Hmm... Let's see this experiment through.

## Verse 2

Reviving her author required a sacrifice,

so the first step was to determine

what sort of creature

would be best for the pyre.

## Verse 3

Time to analyze how this place

differs from Oz, one step at a time.

A curious mind is key...

## Verse 4

The Library is full of mystery.

Did a tornado bring her here, too?

Highly improbable.

## Verse 5

Research, research, research...

And then a little more research!

Teehee! It's the best!

## Verse 6

No munchkins here.

Just these odd nightmares.

It looks as if a sample is required.

## Verse 7

They can use magic,

so whoever made this place probably wasn't going

for gritty realism.

No, this is clearly a place of fantasy.

## Verse 8

In Oz, her silver slippers helped her

find the way home,

but they wouldn't work here.

She'd need her author's help.

## Verse 9

So many wonderful things to discover!

She would have fainted from so much excitement,

but curiosity propelled her onward.

## Verse 10

*Before*

The Library... and the nightmares.

So many curiosities to scrutinize!

But she had far too few samples

to craft a solid hypothesis.

That simply wouldn't do!

...Ah, perfect.

A strong specimen of nightmare!

Mind giving me a tissue sample?

No? You've chosen

**noncompliance**?

Well, that's silly. Besdes... I don't take no

for an answer.

Certainly not from one of my

**test subjects**!

 Got any formaldehyde?

 I want to preserve any samples I find.

 She wants to perform some dissections!

 Why wouldn't I? It's for my research.

 Her eyes are scary. Clear as day.

*After*

Ah, how wonderful! So many **living** cells

in this **sample**. Beautiful!

She had worked hard to obtain it,

so she wouldn't waste a drop.

She vowed to be ever so **careful**

and not damage any cells until

she soaked them in formaldehyde.

If I expose these to the air, I can

observe the **decomposition** process!

Goodness! **Learning** is so much fun!

My name is Dorothy.

Just your average Kansas girl.

Although I suppose my mind is a tad

more **curious** than other people's.

## Discordant Poem

Dorothy is never discouraged

and never loses faith,

no matter the circumstances.

Undying curiosity is her motivation.

Monsters are born

when curiosity triumphs over fear.

Look into her eyes.

You'll see naught but an analytical mind striving

for destruction.

They say curiosity killed the cat.

But Dorothy couldn't care less.

At least, not if she got to dissect the cat

after its demise.