D:L&L - Part 20 | Narrator: Taste of Bones
She shook the bag and then spilled its contents. The bones clattered onto the stone floor, bouncing off her toes and coming to rest in a pattern that was at once familiar and yet wholly unexpected. So that was it then, she thought. The bones were always right. The bones had never lied to her, and now they were telling her that she was about to face the thing she feared most.
D:L&L - Part 19 | Narrator: Cob on the Corn
By the time Oli Phant Cob, Chief Engineer of the Yellow Brick Express, saw the purple fog, it was too late to stop the train. Instinctively he reached for the hand-brake, but he knew that jerking on the brake lever could easily send the train off the tracks. They’d never gotten around to working on the braking system, even though both he and Smalls knew it was lacking the necessary maintenance.
D:L&L - Part 18 | Scarecrow: A Murder With Crows
I got down on my knees and lowered my head. Is this what it all comes down to? I thought. From rags to riches, then back to rags again? Not for the first time I wished I had never laid eyes on that damned girl and her belligerent dog. I prayed that my end would come quick. As the mob was almost on top of me, they stopped and hummed in unison. I looked up and took in their un-dead stares. I felt their misguided (well, I thought so, anyway) hatred toward me and knew I wasn’t in any position to appeal to their better natures – they obviously didn’t have any. The fog, I thought, it has to be the fog. Otherwise they would take me to a safe place and offer me food and drink. That got me thinking about a drink: Munchkinlander wine, to be precise. Oh how I wanted just one more dunk in a vat of that sweet, sweet nectar.