So far, so good, Jim. "The house dropped down from the twister, and everything was bright and colorful in the new land. Dora had no idea where she was.. it certainly didn't look like Kansas." Let's see.. let's see.. what came next? Jim opened his mouth, and faltered for a second; the details of the story were sketchy, but he tried to recall the plot as best he could. If he had to make up things as he went along.. well, hopefully, she'd allow the creative, alternative interpretation.
Ahh.
"Then.. um, a witch! Yeah, a pink witch appeared in a bubble to little Dora. It was the Good Witch of the North.. uhh..." what was her name? "Ro...salinda?" Blink. "She told Dora that she was in the Land of Oz, and when Dora turned to look at her house, she noticed a pair of legs with red boots sticking out from underneath! The Good Witch Rosalinda told her it was the Wicked Witch of the East, killed by Dora's fallen house." He paused and narrowed an eye in thought. Death was.. kid-friendly, right? Well, he didn't go into detail, so Jim assumed it was okay to continue.
"Suddenly!" he widened his eyes, "The Wicked Witch of the West appeared to take the red boots from the dead witch! But the Good Witch Rosali--Rose, acted quick and with her magic, she put the red boots on little Dora."
So far, so good still. Mental pat on the back, Jim.