"You do?" Michelle was honestly surprised. She'd sort of assumed he had no more idea than she did how to go about it. "Okay, but that doesn't prevent us from falling asleep...in the...poppy fields...." She trailed off as the sky darkened and the locals began panicking.
Then the witch appeared, as green-skinned and black-robed as the actress in The Wizard of Oz. The Munchkins had all but vanished, occasionally peering out from behind or within hiding places. The witch peered at Ben with obvious annoyance at his comments.
"Keep your insolent tongue to yourself, outworlder!" She might have said more, but then she looked surprised. "So, you know of my flying monkeys, do you?" She pointed at him with one bony finger. "They will be along soon enough. Right you are to be wary of them."
Now she addressed the crowd at large. "All of you should be wary. You have provoked my ire, and my wrath shall be terrible indeed!" She cackled maniacally and it was far more frightening sound than Michelle remembered from the movies. "Appease me," the witch demanded, her bony finger swinging to take in everyone within earshot, "or suffer the consequences!"
And then she was gone, only a dissipating cloud of smoke left behind.
"Well, there's something you don't see every day," Michelle remarked, reholstering the handgun she'd produced from under her blouse.