"I have to say the magic words."
She held her arms over the brooms and began to chant:
"GENA-MENA-WENA-BENA-CHICKAMA-LONKA-STU
RINKY-DINKY-ZINKY-WINKY-KIKALA-PLONKA-KLU
LITTLE BROOMSTICKS, THERE YOU LIE ...
MAKE READY TO FLY INTO THE SKY."
Suddenly, there was a blinding flash of light, followed by a huge puff
of smoke and a very loud peal of thunder. "It is done," said the Witch.
Everyone rushed over to the broomsticks.
"They don't look any different," said the Lion.
"Pick one up," said the Witch, "and sit on it, like this." The Witch
picked one of the broomsticks up herself and sat astride it with the
broomstick pointed upwards. "All of you do the same," she said. "Now,
we'd better have a little flying lesson before we begin. Everyone ready?
Handles pointed up. And away we go...."
What an amazing sight it was! The Tin Woodman narrowly missed crashing
into the Scarecrow. The Lion barely missed the Witch's head with his
dangling feet, but slightly brushed his lady friend who didn't mind a
bit.
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