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Living in Kansas was so boring. No wonder Dorothy had wanted to run away before the twister dropped her in Oz. Erin had tried to make her own twister in Joannie’s bedroom by turning on the ceiling fan and spinning around the room, but all that had come from that adventure was a broken lamp and a scraped knee. (She totally didn’t cry even when it started to bleed.)
Plus Erin couldn’t even see colors. Not even with the help of her super duper color finder she had made at school and fashioned together with macaroni noodles and glue. The color had shriveled up and gone into hiding and Empress Erin was not amused. Tucking the lovingly crafted tool into her pocket, the young girl made her way down the street towards the playground.