In fields of Oz the poppies blew, succumbing the blood of beast and man to luscious slumber. Dorothy slept, and Toto too, and their burly lion companion. The poppies’ charms could be resisted only by men of tin and straw. They rescued Dorothy, and Toto too, but it seemed they’d have to break faith with their burly friend. Yet... the lion was rescued nonetheless. Taking pity on a fieldmouse that was fleeing a wildcat, the man of tin chopped off the wildcat’s head. The grateful fieldmouse, revealed to be a queen, rallied her subjects to lug friend lion to sanctuary
Image:
Jane Long.
For other posts inspired by this image, see
Magpie Tales.
Wildly imaginative; well done.
ReplyDeleteI kinda imagine a darker outcome...toast a toast to our fallen "Lion faught the good fight! We tip our cups, drink up and light candles in his name." While secretly inside, in a deep deep place they work hard to hide they smiled...he was a loud mouth, a braggart, it's best we left him behind......
ReplyDeleteBut then Dorothy would never have gotten home, and the Oz books never written...
DeleteWhat a masterfully written tribute!
ReplyDeleteWhat a creative retelling with a hint of amusement. I do agree with Berowne remark, you do have a vivid imagination here.
ReplyDeleteThe plot is actually straight out of the feverish Oz book by L. Frank Baum, though I was borrowing a little of the "In Flanders Fields" poem's terms (the poppies blow, breaking faith).
DeleteOff with their heads !
ReplyDeleteVery imaginaive.
ReplyDeleteThis is about as creative as it gets. Enjoyed it immensely.
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Very cool! I thought about the Oz poppies, too, but couldn't make it work. I love how you managed it.
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