Bewitched in Oz

Bewitched in Oz — page 1
Prologue Zerie Greenapple Why aren’t you done sweeping yet Mama called Zerie laughed Her mama’s voice sounded amused She knew perfectly well that Zerie was daydreaming again Every time it was her turn to sweep the porch Zerie mostly stood there and stared down the red dirt path in front of the house If she squinted she could just make out where it met up with the road of yellow brick out at the edge of town Zerie liked to dream about what kinds of people she might meet if she ever went down that road But her mother and her five older siblings liked to have the front porch clean when they ate dinner