The Wizard of Oz

The Wizard of Oz

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Patches the Story Dog

Patches the Story Dog

A story about there's no place like home

for your 1st Grader

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Dorothy stands in front of the small gray Kansas farmhouse, holding Toto in her arms, looking out at the vast flat fields under a wide open sky. She wears a blue gingham dress and has her hair in two braids. In the background, flat golden Kansas fields stretch to the horizon under a pale blue sky.

Dorothy lived in a small gray farmhouse in Kansas with her family and her little dog, Toto. The sky was big and flat, and the fields stretched on and on. Dorothy loved her home, but sometimes she dreamed of places far, far away.

Dorothy clutches Toto tightly against her chest as she runs toward the gray farmhouse, her blue gingham dress blowing in the fierce wind. A massive dark tornado funnel swirls behind her. In the background, the dark tornado funnel twists across the flat Kansas plains under a stormy gray-green sky.

One day, a big, dark tornado came spinning across the sky. The wind howled and roared! Dorothy grabbed Toto and ran inside. "Hold on, Toto!" she cried. The house shook and lifted right up off the ground, spinning high into the swirling gray clouds.

Dorothy stands in the open doorway of the gray farmhouse, holding Toto, her eyes wide with wonder as she looks out at the vivid, colorful land of Oz. The yellow brick road begins just beyond the doorstep, winding through a field of bright red poppies. In the background, rolling green hills dotted with oversized colorful flowers and a brilliant blue sky.

BUMP! The house landed with a thud. Dorothy opened the door and gasped. Everything was bright and colorful! Flowers bloomed in every shade of pink and purple. A shiny yellow brick road curled through a field of red poppies. "Toto," Dorothy whispered, "we are not in Kansas anymore."

Dorothy walks along the yellow brick road with Toto trotting beside her feet. She looks determined and hopeful, her blue gingham dress bright against the golden bricks. In the background, the yellow brick road winds ahead through green meadows with red poppies on either side.

Dorothy stepped onto the yellow brick road. "I need to find a way home," she said to Toto. A kind voice told her to follow the road to the Emerald City, where a great wizard lived. "Maybe the wizard can help us get back to Kansas!" Dorothy said. So she took a deep breath and started walking.

Dorothy stands at the edge of a cornfield, looking up at Scarecrow who hangs loosely on a wooden pole. Scarecrow has a floppy burlap hat, a patched faded blue coat stuffed with straw, and a painted-on smile. Toto sits at Dorothy's feet, looking up curiously. In the background, tall golden cornstalks fill the field under a warm sunny sky.

Before long, Dorothy saw a funny figure hanging on a pole in a cornfield. It was a scarecrow! He had a floppy burlap hat and a patched-up coat. "Hello!" said Dorothy. "Can you talk?" The Scarecrow wiggled and nodded. "I can talk, but I cannot think very well," he said sadly. "I wish I had a brain."

Dorothy reaches up and helps Scarecrow climb down from his wooden pole. Scarecrow is mid-wobble, one straw-stuffed arm draped over Dorothy's shoulder, his floppy burlap hat tilting sideways. Toto watches from below, tail wagging. In the background, the cornfield and the yellow brick road stretching into the distance.

Dorothy helped the Scarecrow down from his pole. "Come with me!" she said. "The wizard might give you a brain!" The Scarecrow tumbled and wobbled, but he stood up tall. "You are very kind," he said. "When you feel lost, it helps to have a friend by your side." Dorothy smiled. She did not feel so alone anymore.

Dorothy and Scarecrow walk side by side along the yellow brick road, laughing together. Scarecrow has one arm swinging wide and straw poking out of his sleeves. Toto trots ahead of them on the golden bricks. In the background, a bright field of red poppies and rolling green hills under a cheerful sky.

Dorothy and the Scarecrow walked and walked along the yellow brick road. They sang songs. They told stories. The Scarecrow tripped and fell, but he always got back up. "Falling down is okay," he said, "as long as you try again." Dorothy laughed and helped him up each time.

The Wicked Witch of the West leans over her glowing crystal ball inside her dark castle tower, her long black dress sweeping the stone floor and her tall pointed black hat casting a shadow. Her face is lit by the eerie green glow of the crystal ball, and she looks menacing and theatrical. In the background, the dark stone walls of the castle with tall narrow windows and flickering torchlight.

But someone was watching them. The Wicked Witch of the West peered into her crystal ball from her dark castle. She wore a long black dress and a tall black hat. "Those two will never reach the Emerald City!" she hissed. She called for her flying monkeys. "Stop them!" she commanded.

Dorothy stands bravely on the yellow brick road, holding Toto close to her chest, while Scarecrow stands right beside her with his arms spread wide protectively. Three flying monkeys swoop down from above with their large gray wings spread. In the background, a darkened sky with swirling gray clouds above the poppy fields.

The flying monkeys swooped down from the sky! They had big gray wings and chattering voices. Dorothy was scared, but she did not run. "Stay close to me, Scarecrow!" she said. When you face something scary, it helps to stay calm and think. Dorothy remembered that and held on tight to Toto.

Dorothy looks back over her shoulder with a determined expression as she marches forward along the yellow brick road, Toto running beside her. In the distance behind her, two flying monkeys carry Scarecrow away, straw trailing from his torn coat. In the background, the glittering green towers of the Emerald City can be seen on the horizon ahead.

The monkeys grabbed the Scarecrow and pulled out some of his straw. "Oh no!" cried Dorothy. But the Scarecrow called out, "Do not give up, Dorothy! Keep going!" Dorothy was brave. She kept walking, even though she was afraid. She would find the wizard AND save her friend.

Dorothy stands triumphantly in the Wicked Witch of the West's castle, holding an empty wooden bucket while the Wicked Witch of the West melts into a puddle on the stone floor, her black hat and dress crumpling. Scarecrow stands nearby, patchy and missing straw, looking relieved. Toto barks at the melting witch. In the background, the dark stone interior of the witch's castle with tall arched windows letting in shafts of light.

Dorothy reached the Emerald City! Everything sparkled green — the walls, the towers, even the streets. She told the wizard about her friend. The wizard said, "Show me you are brave, and I will help you both." Dorothy marched to the dark castle. She splashed a bucket of water on the Wicked Witch of the West, and the witch melted away! Dorothy rescued the Scarecrow and stuffed his straw back in.

Dorothy sits on the wooden porch steps of the gray Kansas farmhouse, hugging Toto in her lap, her red shoes glinting in the sunlight. She has a peaceful, content smile on her face as she gazes out at the fields. In the background, the golden Kansas fields under a warm sunset sky with soft pink and orange clouds.

The wizard gave the Scarecrow a diploma. "You were smart all along," the wizard said. "You just needed to believe it." Then Dorothy clicked her shiny red shoes together three times. "There is no place like home," she whispered. And just like that, she was back in Kansas, holding Toto, with the gray farmhouse standing right where it belonged. Dorothy looked out at the wide, flat fields and smiled. Home felt a little different now — a little more magical — because she knew that no matter how far she went, love would always bring her back.

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