You and your little dog, too

D: One day, A–

A: Don’t you start.

D: There’s so much potential in a simple “one day” word prompt, and yet. . .

A: Go on.

Not Dorothy, but wicked none-the-less. The Wicked Witch of the West as drawn by W. W. Denslow for The Wonderful Wizard of Oz.
Not Dorothy, but wicked none-the-less. The Wicked Witch of the West as drawn by W. W. Denslow for The Wonderful Wizard of Oz.

D: And yet, you fill it with The Wonderful Wizard of Oz.

A: Because The Wonderful Wizard of Oz is brilliant. Did I ever tell you that I thought I was Dorothy? I had several pairs of glittered Mary-Janes as a child. And a dog. In a basket.

D: I think you have told me, and yet each time, it’s a surprise.

A: Oi! it’s the mark of a creative—

D: (read: Crazy)

A: Creative mind. Why else did you think it was such a fertile place for you to take root?

D: Fertile? It’d darn-right hostile in here sometimes. Could you please tell your other characters to leave my stuff alone? I think I caught the kid from “The House at Carrick Close” filching the dagger the Druids gave me.

A: Be nice to Charlie. He didn’t mean anything by it.

D: That thing is gold, A. The little runt is looking to pawn it to buy more sweets, I know it.

A: He is not. He looks up to you, D. Be nice.

D: He does? Oh. Well. I suppose the little scamp can look at it if he wants . . . under supervision, mind! (Bloody kids and their sticky hands . . . mutter, mutter, grumble).

A: Here’s some handy-wipes. Now, behave.

D: Behave? What? What is Charlie doing here, A?

A: Oh nothing. Now, I’ll be back at 10. Make sure Charlie is in bed  – he likes a night-light and a warm glass of milk, plus  a story.

D: A? I am not your babysitter. A, where are you going? A! Come back here! A!

C: D. . . D, can I have a cookie?

D: No, now just sit there and let me read you a story. . . (I’ll get you for this, A. You and your little dog, too!)

Oh, what a world . . .

“One day, one day I’ll see to it your precious city is destroyed. One day, you will come crawling to me to bring back your power – without me you are nothing, little girl. You and that rat – one day, one day you’ll understand that you’re just like me.”

“What is she doing?”

“I don’t know – I kind of like it though.”

“But it’s not in the script.”

The two extras exchanged glances. Burt was dressed up as a gnarled tree today, and Roger was on sentry duty.

“So? It’s the Maestro’s show. Short of a bucket of water, I don’t think anything is going to stop her now.”

The sallow-skinned but curvaceous young woman cackled. Surely, it was only the light that made it green, Bert thought. Well, not really, but she’d paid for this little production, and he was going to be as generous with his thoughts as he could. Word was, she could read ‘em.

“Does anyone have a bucket of water?” Roger was looking around as though he was actually serious. As a Winkie, he could actually get close enough to do it, too.

One day, I’ll get you my pretty – one day!”

“Cut! Westie, what are you doing, my luscious lime?”

“But Ozzie, I thought you wanted me to give it my all.”

“I do my love, but . . . but what’s with all this ‘one day’ stuff? Where’s your power? Where’s your now?”

“You mean, you like everything else?”

“Oh sure – it’s great. When we’re done here, no one is ever going to remember that Dora chick—“

“It’s Dorothy, Ozzie.”

“Whatever. She’s a minor thing, pet. You on the other hand, you are a star. Just go with it – but take out the ‘one day’ stuff. Remember, you’re powerful! You’re now!”

Bert and Roger eyed each other and groaned. It would be a good hour before Westie and Ozzie managed to bring themselves back to the production. Rodger jerked his chin to the canteen. Bert grinned and the two of them shuffled off. No one would miss one tree or a guard. So long as no one got fancy with that bucket of water, everything would be fine.

Originally posted on The Community Storyboard for the week of October 6 “one day” prompt.

So, yes, I really did run around calling myself Dorothy Gale – shoes, basket, stuffed dog and all. If you could have been any character (movie, TV or book), who would you have been as a kid? What about today?


Published by Katie Sullivan

Descended of pirates and revolutionaries, Katie Sullivan is a lover and student of all things Irish. Born in the States, she is a dual US/Irish citizen, and studied history and politics at University College, Dublin – although, at the time, she seriously considered switching to law, if only so she could attend lectures at the castle on campus. She lives in Milwaukee with her daughter, two cats and a pesky character in her head named D (but you can call him Dubh). Her first series, The Changelings Saga, a young adult historical fantasy trilogy is available on Amazon. She can be found writing with said character at her blog, The D/A Dialogues.

17 thoughts on “You and your little dog, too

    1. That just made my night. 😀 I can die happy knowing that I – for at least a moment – could be associated with OZ in some way, shape or form! Plus, You and your little dog too is one of my favorite lines!


  1. I had nightmares every time I watched the Wizard of Oz as a kid. Ha. I love that you identified with Dorothy that much.

    I wanted to be Nancy Drew. Then, I wanted to be Wonder Woman. I still want to be Wonder Woman…………..


    1. That witch was scary – apparently they told the actress to tone it down because she was scaring small children.
      Nancy and Wonder Woman are excellent people to identify with!


  2. When I was six, I’d pull a clean towel from my mom’s laundry, tie the ends around my neck and scoot around the basement thinking I was Superman. You know, the whole deal–able to leap tall buildings in a single bound… That towel was a mess by the end of the day and my mom had to rewash it since many times I’d landed on the dirty floor, rolling around like a dog! Wow…fun time! 😉


  3. I ran around dressed as He-Man as a kid while a female friend dressed as She-Ra. After that it was Ghostbusters and Ninja Turtles. Think a better question for me would be which character did I NOT try to run around as. I got nothing.


    1. 🙂 I love it, Charles – I was Dorothy for a good long time, until a friend and I decided to split up Princess Leia – she was the princess and I was the gun totting rebel. So appropriate!


  4. Oh, dear, I had wanted ruby red slippers like Dorothy’s but that was never going to happen. And I was partial to cats. Actually, my first memory of wanting to be like a fictional character was when I was 10 years old and we (my family) watched That Girl (Marlo Thomas). I wanted to be like her, independent, with my own apartment. Yes, I was 10 and my mother was not terribly enthusiastic. I didn’t understand why 😉


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