After passing out once the cyclone had lifted the house, he was awakened by a shock, so sudden and severe that if Theodore had not been lying on the soft couch he might have been hurt. As it was, the jar made him catch his breath and wonder what had happened. Theodore sat up and noticed that the house was not moving; nor was it dark, for the bright sunshine came in at the window, flooding the little room. He sprang from the couch and opened the door.

The Theodore gave a cry of amazement and looked about him, his eyes growing bigger and bigger at the bizarre sights he saw.

The cyclone had set the house down very gently–for a cyclone–in the midst of a country of terrifying darkness. Most of what he could see was pitch-black, with no delineation between sky and earth. Trees bearing fruit and banks of flowers were visible, stark against the darkness and glowing eerily as if under a blacklight. Theodore could hear other sounds—for instance, that of a a small brook rushing nearby—but couldn’t see anything but the fluorescent foliage.

While he stood looking dazedly at the strange sights, Theodore noticed a group of people coming toward him. They were not as big as the folk he had always been used to. In fact, they seemed about half as tall as Theodore, although they were, so far as looks go, many years older.

Three were men and one a woman, and all were oddly dressed. They wore round hats that rose to a small point a foot above their heads and glowed a bright and piercing orange. The little woman’s hat was white, and she wore a white gown that hung in pleats from her shoulders; both colors were so bright despite the darkness that Theodore had to hold up a hand to shield his eyes.

When these people drew near the house where Theodore was standing in the doorway, they paused and whispered among themselves, as if afraid to come farther. But the little old woman walked up to Theodore, made a low bow and said, in a sweet voice:

“You are welcome, most noble Sorcerer, to the land of the Ltmbgjhms. We are so grateful to you for having killed the Wicked Wizard of the North-Northwest, and for setting our people free from bondage.”

Theodore listened to this speech with horror. His parents had always warned him to be wary of twisters and cyclones, for he came from a Technicolor world. Everyone knew that tornadoes from monochrome worlds brought folks to the Technicolor Oz, but tornadoes from Technicolor worlds, on the other hand…

“Oh no!” Theodore cried. “I’m in Ultraviolet Oz!”

This entry incorporates some text from the public domain Oz books at Project Gutenberg.

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