Eugene Suzuki was sitting in his room at his country home mindlessly thumbing through some old photographs and trying to get over his low self esteem problem, He was really short you see, when he noticed the wind beginning to pick up. He closed the windows sat down and resumed his distraction.
He heard a voice blare over the Radio. "Tornado warnings in the lower west minster area." The voice cautioned. He considered for a moment the distinct possibility of the storm hitting his area, but, he soon shrugged it off.
"Nah it will never come here." Just then he heard a cracking sound and unbeknownst to him it was the creak of the supports of his house giving way to the all encompasing tornado. He sat dumbfounded for a moment as he felt the house lift up from the ground.
The gale force of the winds raised him about a foot above his bed then threw him to the ground. Just before he fell unconscious he could have sworn he heard someone screaming "Auntie Em... Auntie Em..."
When he awoke upon the floor he rubbed his head and spied a door. He stood up, dusted himself off and decided to get some bearings as to where his house had landed. As he opened the door he heard people singing.
"Ding-Dong the witch is dead. The wicked witch is dead." The voices melodically chirped. He stepped out of his house into a beautiful feild of flowers as he looked to his left and right he saw a group of short people merrily dancing about "Oh thank you, Mr. Man!" They squealed in unison.
"For what?" He asked.
"For killing the wicked witch of the west!" they replied. He looked down toward the bottom of his house and saw a pair of broken bloodied legs capped off at the ends with red slippers jutting out from under the base.
"I'm so happy to have made so many friends!" He exclaimed."Especially since they are all shorter than I am. I'd like to stay in this magical land forever."
"Uhm..." they gulped and looked at each other nervously. "You can't."
"Why not" Eugene asked, hurt by this statement.
"Uhm... there's nothing for you to eat here." they replied edgily.
"Why, yes there is." He exclaimed with newfound happiness.
"What is that?" the inquired.
"YOU!" He replied and proceeded to pick up one of the startled little creatures and bit off it's head with an audible crunch and a short spurt of green blood.
The little people screamed in terror and began racing around every which way. One of the critters ripped the ruby red slippers off the broken body of the witch, put them on Eugene's feet and began clicking them together and chanting. "There's no place like Rome. There's no place like Rome."
And With a puff of smoke that's where Eugene ended up... Rome. " I can never keep any friends." He griped just as a house fell from the sky and flattened his body.