Where dips the rocky highland Of Sleuthwood in the lake There lies a leafy island Where flapping herons wake The drowsy water rats; There we’ve hid our fairy vats, Full of berries And of reddest stolen cherries. Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in …
I can’t stop thinking about this Wizard of Oz thing. So much so that I Realmhopped just to get a chance to re-watch the film on iTunes. And you know, I was right about Dorothy: my memories of her were indeed correct. She learns that she shouldn’t reach high and far. Poor kid. But Glinda. Wow, …