Fucked-Up Munchkins

Suzette and Jocelyn were older than their cousin and well past the doll stage. “Hey Bern, did you like The Wizard of Oz?”
     “Oh yeah,” said the little girl recalling the ruby shoes.
“Well, do you want to play it now, with your doll house?”
     This was Bernadette’s new Christmas present that her parents made from a grocery box, the tiny windows and doors and little picket fencing all hand-cut. But curiosity got the best of her so she consented.
     Shouting “TORNADO!” the two simultaneously jumped on the paper house, leaving Bernadette in a heap of tears and crushed cardboard.