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{"book": "The Wonderful Wizard of Oz\nby L. Frank Baum (1900), re-set in 2026\n\nChapter I\nThe Tornado\n\nDorothy lived in the midst of the great Kansas prairies, with Uncle Henry, who was a farmer, and Aunt Em, who was the farmer\u2019s wife. Their house was a white two-story farmhouse with three bedrooms, at the end of a gravel drive, with a red barn behind it, a green tractor in the yard, solar panels on the south side of the roof, a Starlink dish at the eave, an old F-150 and a Tesla at the barn, and beside them, under a tarp, a red 1968 Mustang convertible that had been her father\u2019s, and a hundred acres of corn planted around it all; and the bank owned most of it. The kitchen contained a stove, a cupboard for the dishes, a table, three or four chairs, and a rack of boots by the door. Uncle Henry and Aunt Em had the big bedroom at the front of the house, and Dorothy a little room at the back. There was no attic at all, and no basement\u2014except a small hole dug in the ground beneath the kitchen, called a storm shelter, where the family could go in case one of those great whirlwinds arose, mighty enough to crush any building in its path. It was reached by a steel hatch in the middle of the kitchen floor, from which a ladder led down into the small, dark hole.\n\nWhen Dorothy stood in the doorway and looked around, she could see nothing but the great gray prairie on every side. Not a tree nor another house broke the broad sweep of flat country that reached to the edge of the sky in all directions. The sun had baked the plowed land into a gray mass, with little cracks running through it. Even the corn was not green, for the sun had burned the tops of the long blades until they were the same gray color to be seen everywhere. Once the house had been painted, but the sun blistered the paint and the rains washed it away, and now the house was as dull and gray as everything else.\n\nWhen Aunt Em came there to live she was a young, pretty wife. The sun and wind had changed her, too. They had taken the sparkle from her eyes and left them a sober gray; they had taken the red from her cheeks and lips, and they were gray also. She was thin and gaunt, and never smiled now. When Dorothy, who was an orphan\u2014her mother and father had died five years before, when the small plane her father had built with his own hands was caught in a tornado\u2014first came to her, Aunt Em had been so startled by the girl\u2019s laughter that she would scream and press her hand upon her heart whenever Dorothy\u2019s merry voice reached her ears; and she still looked at the girl with wonder that she could find anything to laugh at.\n\nUncle Henry never laughed. He worked hard from morning till night and did not know what joy was. He was gray also, from his long beard to his rough boots, and he looked stern and solemn, and rarely spoke.\n\nIt was Toto that made Dorothy laugh, and saved her from growing as gray as her other surroundings. Toto was not gray; he was a big white dog, broad in the chest, with a short coat and small dark eyes that twinkled merrily on either side of his funny, wide nose. Toto played all day long, and Dorothy played with him, and loved him dearly. On the days she could bear the farm least, she took the tarp off her father\u2019s Mustang and drove the county road with Toto upright in the passenger seat, past the fenced lot where soldiers stood at the gate of a low gray company called Quantum Leap, as far as the grain elevator and back, because there was nowhere else to go and nobody her age to go to.\n\nToday, however, they were not playing. Uncle Henry sat upon the doorstep and looked anxiously at the sky, which was even grayer than usual. The county\u2019s weather alert had buzzed on Aunt Em\u2019s phone an hour before and been silenced; out here they trusted the sky more than the phone. Dorothy stood in the door with Toto at her side, and looked at the sky too. Aunt Em was washing the dishes.\n\nFrom the far north they heard a low wail of the wind, and Uncle Henry and Dorothy could see where the long grass bowed in waves before the coming storm. There now came a sharp whistling in the air from the south, and as they turned their eyes that way they saw ripples in the grass coming from that direction also.\n\nSuddenly Uncle Henry stood up.\n\n\u201cThere\u2019s a tornado coming, Em,\u201d he called to his wife. \u201cI\u2019ll go look after the stock.\u201d Then he ran toward the barn where the cows and horses were kept.\n\nAunt Em dropped her work and came to the door. One glance told her of the danger close at hand.\n\n\u201cQuick, Dorothy!\u201d she screamed. \u201cRun for the shelter!\u201d\n\nToto bolted from Dorothy\u2019s side and hid under the kitchen table, and the girl started to get him. Aunt Em, badly frightened, hauled up the steel hatch in the floor and climbed down the ladder into the small, dark hole. Dorothy caught Toto at last and started to follow her aunt. When she was halfway across the room there came a great shriek from the wind, and the house shook so hard that she lost her footing and sat down suddenly upon the floor.\n\nThen a strange thing happened.\n\nThe house whirled around two or three times and rose slowly through the air. Dorothy felt as if she were going up in a balloon.\n\nThe north and south winds met where the house stood, and made it the exact center of the tornado. In the middle of a tornado the air is generally still, but the great pressure of the wind on every side of the house raised it up higher and higher, until it was at the very top of the tornado; and there it remained and was carried miles and miles away as easily as you could carry a feather.\n\nIt was very dark, and the wind howled horribly around her, but Dorothy found she was riding quite easily. After the first few whirls around, and one other time when the house tipped badly, she felt as if she were being rocked gently, like a baby in a cradle.\n\nToto did not like it. He ran about the room, now here, now there, barking loudly; but Dorothy sat quite still on the floor and waited to see what would happen.\n\nOnce Toto got too near the open hatch, and fell in; and at first the girl thought she had lost him. But soon she saw one of his ears sticking up through the hole, for the strong pressure of the air was keeping him up so that he could not fall. She crept to the hole, caught Toto by the ear, and dragged him into the room again, afterward closing the hatch so that no more accidents could happen.\n\nHour after hour passed away, and slowly Dorothy got over her fright; but she felt quite lonely, and the wind shrieked so loudly all about her that she nearly became deaf. At first she had wondered if she would be dashed to pieces when the house fell again; but as the hours passed and nothing terrible happened, she stopped worrying and resolved to wait calmly and see what the future would bring. At last she crawled over the swaying floor to her bed, and lay down upon it; and Toto followed and lay down beside her.\n\nIn spite of the swaying of the house and the wailing of the wind, Dorothy soon closed her eyes and fell fast asleep.", "screenplay": "Title: The Wonderful Wizard of Oz \u2014 Chapter One: The Tornado\nCredit: from the 1900 novel by L. Frank Baum, re-set in 2026\nAuthor: adaptation by Scooter Willis (this chapter simulated by the assistant at the adapter's request, 2026-09-21/22)\nPeriod: Kansas, 2026 - a modern working farm like the Kent farm in Superman: a white two-story three-bedroom farmhouse at the end of a gravel drive, a red barn, a green John Deere tractor, solar panels on the roof, a Starlink dish at the eave, an old Ford F-150, a Tesla, and under a tarp a red 1968 Mustang convertible, a hundred acres of corn burnt gray by drought. The family is struggling. DOROTHY is sixteen: confident, fearless, a tomboy who hates how remote the farm is - dark hair in one braid, a blue-and-white checked flannel shirt, jeans, and BARE FEET - she wears no shoes anywhere in this chapter. TOTO is a big white American bulldog (played by the real dog Astro), broad-chested, short white coat, dark eyes.\nDay: the day of the tornado\nNarrator: yes\nNotes: Every narrated sentence is the adapted text of Chapter One, in order; the two spoken lines are the chapter's only dialogue. Nothing is taken from the 1939 film.\n\n===\n\nEXT. THE FARM, KANSAS - DAY\n\nKansas, 2026 - a modern working farm like the Kent farm in Superman: a white two-story three-bedroom farmhouse at the end of a gravel drive, a red barn, a green John Deere tractor, solar panels on the roof, a Starlink dish at the eave, an old Ford F-150, a Tesla, and under a tarp a red 1968 Mustang convertible, a hundred acres of corn burnt gray by drought. The family is struggling. DOROTHY is sixteen: confident, fearless, a tomboy who hates how remote the farm is - dark hair in one braid, a blue-and-white checked flannel shirt, jeans, and BARE FEET - she wears no shoes anywhere in this chapter. TOTO is a big white American bulldog (played by the real dog Astro), broad-chested, short white coat, dark eyes. Dorothy stands in the kitchen doorway with Toto at her side.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nDorothy lived in the midst of the great Kansas prairies, with Uncle Henry, who was a farmer, and Aunt Em, who was the farmer\u2019s wife.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nTheir house was a white two-story farmhouse with three bedrooms, at the end of a gravel drive,\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nwith a red barn behind it, a green tractor in the yard, solar panels on the south side of the roof, a Starlink dish at the eave, an old F-150 and a Tesla at the barn,\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nand beside them, under a tarp, a red 1968 Mustang convertible that had been her father\u2019s, and a hundred acres of corn planted around it all;\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nand the bank owned most of it.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nThe kitchen contained a stove, a cupboard for the dishes, a table, three or four chairs, and a rack of boots by the door.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nUncle Henry and Aunt Em had the big bedroom at the front of the house, and Dorothy a little room at the back.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nThere was no attic at all, and no basement\u2014 except a small hole dug in the ground beneath the kitchen, called a storm shelter,\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nwhere the family could go in case one of those great whirlwinds arose, mighty enough to crush any building in its path.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nIt was reached by a steel hatch in the middle of the kitchen floor, from which a ladder led down into the small, dark hole.\n\nDorothy in the doorway, looking out over the gray, cracked fields and the burnt gray corn, to a horizon with nothing on it.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nWhen Dorothy stood in the doorway and looked around, she could see nothing but the great gray prairie on every side.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nNot a tree nor another house broke the broad sweep of flat country that reached to the edge of the sky in all directions.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nThe sun had baked the plowed land into a gray mass, with little cracks running through it.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nEven the corn was not green, for the sun had burned the tops of the long blades until they were the same gray color to be seen everywhere.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nOnce the house had been painted, but the sun blistered the paint and the rains washed it away, and now the house was as dull and gray as everything else.\n\nAUNT EM, thin and gaunt, gray-eyed, at the kitchen sink. She does not laugh. A framed photograph of a young couple beside a small home-built airplane on the shelf behind her.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nWhen Aunt Em came there to live she was a young, pretty wife. The sun and wind had changed her, too.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nThey had taken the sparkle from her eyes and left them a sober gray; they had taken the red from her cheeks and lips, and they were gray also.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nShe was thin and gaunt, and never smiled now.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nWhen Dorothy, who was an orphan\u2014\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nher mother and father had died five years before, when the small plane her father had built with his own hands was caught in a tornado\u2014\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nfirst came to her, Aunt Em had been so startled by the girl\u2019s laughter that she would scream and press her hand upon her heart whenever Dorothy\u2019s merry voice reached her ears;\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nand she still looked at the girl with wonder that she could find anything to laugh at.\n\nUNCLE HENRY, long gray beard, rough boots, at work by the barn beside the tractor, silent.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nUncle Henry never laughed. He worked hard from morning till night and did not know what joy was.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nHe was gray also, from his long beard to his rough boots, and he looked stern and solemn, and rarely spoke.\n\nDorothy and Toto in the yard between the house and the barn - she throws, he brings it back; Dorothy laughing. Then: the tarp comes off the red Mustang; Dorothy barefoot at the wheel, Toto upright in the passenger seat; the county road; a chain-link fence, soldiers at a gate, low gray buildings, a sign: QUANTUM LEAP; the grain elevator; the road back.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nIt was Toto that made Dorothy laugh, and saved her from growing as gray as her other surroundings.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nToto was not gray; he was a big white dog, broad in the chest,\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nwith a short coat and small dark eyes that twinkled merrily on either side of his funny, wide nose.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nToto played all day long, and Dorothy played with him, and loved him dearly.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nOn the days she could bear the farm least, she took the tarp off her father\u2019s Mustang and drove the county road with Toto upright in the passenger seat,\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\npast the fenced lot where soldiers stood at the gate of a low gray company called Quantum Leap, as far as the grain elevator and back,\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nbecause there was nowhere else to go and nobody her age to go to.\n\nEXT. THE KITCHEN DOORSTEP - LATE AFTERNOON\n\nThe sky grayer than usual. Uncle Henry sits on the kitchen step, a dark phone in his hand, looking up. Dorothy in the door with Toto at her side, looking up too. Through the door, Aunt Em washing the dishes.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nToday, however, they were not playing. Uncle Henry sat upon the doorstep and looked anxiously at the sky, which was even grayer than usual.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nThe county\u2019s weather alert had buzzed on Aunt Em\u2019s phone an hour before and been silenced; out here they trusted the sky more than the phone.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nDorothy stood in the door with Toto at her side, and looked at the sky too. Aunt Em was washing the dishes.\n\nThe corn bows in waves toward them from the north. Then a whistling from the south, and ripples in the corn from that side too.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nFrom the far north they heard a low wail of the wind, and Uncle Henry and Dorothy could see where the long grass bowed in waves before the coming storm.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nThere now came a sharp whistling in the air from the south,\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nand as they turned their eyes that way they saw ripples in the grass coming from that direction also.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nSuddenly Uncle Henry stood up.\n\nUncle Henry stands up.\n\nEXT./INT. THE FARMHOUSE - THE STORM\n\nUNCLE HENRY\nThere\u2019s a tornado coming, Em. I\u2019ll go look after the stock.\n\nHe runs toward the barn where the cows and horses are kept.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nThen he ran toward the barn where the cows and horses were kept.\n\nAunt Em drops the dish and comes to the door. One look at the sky.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nAunt Em dropped her work and came to the door. One glance told her of the danger close at hand.\n\nAUNT EM\nQuick, Dorothy! Run for the shelter!\n\nToto bolts from Dorothy's side and hides under the kitchen table. Dorothy goes after him. Aunt Em hauls up the steel hatch in the kitchen floor and climbs down the ladder into the dark. Dorothy gets hold of Toto; halfway across the kitchen the wind shrieks, the house shakes, and she sits down hard on the floor.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nToto bolted from Dorothy\u2019s side and hid under the kitchen table, and the girl started to get him.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nAunt Em, badly frightened, hauled up the steel hatch in the floor and climbed down the ladder into the small, dark hole.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nDorothy caught Toto at last and started to follow her aunt.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nWhen she was halfway across the room there came a great shriek from the wind,\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nand the house shook so hard that she lost her footing and sat down suddenly upon the floor.\n\nINT. THE FARMHOUSE, IN THE AIR\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nThen a strange thing happened.\n\nThe whole house whirls, and rises. Dorothy on the kitchen floor, Toto beside her, the room tilting slowly.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nThe house whirled around two or three times and rose slowly through the air. Dorothy felt as if she were going up in a balloon.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nThe north and south winds met where the house stood, and made it the exact center of the tornado.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nIn the middle of a tornado the air is generally still,\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nbut the great pressure of the wind on every side of the house raised it up higher and higher,\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nuntil it was at the very top of the tornado;\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nand there it remained and was carried miles and miles away as easily as you could carry a feather.\n\nDark. Wind. The house rocks gently, like a cradle.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nIt was very dark, and the wind howled horribly around her, but Dorothy found she was riding quite easily.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nAfter the first few whirls around, and one other time when the house tipped badly, she felt as if she were being rocked gently, like a baby in a cradle.\n\nToto runs about the kitchen barking. Dorothy sits quite still on the floor.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nToto did not like it.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nHe ran about the room, now here, now there, barking loudly; but Dorothy sat quite still on the floor and waited to see what would happen.\n\nINT. THE FARMHOUSE, IN THE AIR - NIGHT\n\nToto too near the open hatch - and in. Dorothy's face. Then one white ear sticking up through the hole, held by the air. She creeps to the hole, catches the ear, drags him in, and closes the hatch.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nOnce Toto got too near the open hatch, and fell in; and at first the girl thought she had lost him.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nBut soon she saw one of his ears sticking up through the hole, for the strong pressure of the air was keeping him up so that he could not fall.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nShe crept to the hole, caught Toto by the ear, and dragged him into the room again, afterward closing the hatch so that no more accidents could happen.\n\nHours. Dorothy alone on the swaying floor, the wind shrieking. At last she crawls up to her little room at the back and lies down on her bed; Toto lies down beside her.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nHour after hour passed away, and slowly Dorothy got over her fright; but she felt quite lonely,\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nand the wind shrieked so loudly all about her that she nearly became deaf.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nAt first she had wondered if she would be dashed to pieces when the house fell again;\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nbut as the hours passed and nothing terrible happened, she stopped worrying and resolved to wait calmly and see what the future would bring.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nAt last she crawled over the swaying floor to her bed, and lay down upon it; and Toto followed and lay down beside her.\n\nHer eyes close.\n\nNARRATOR (V.O.)\nIn spite of the swaying of the house and the wailing of the wind, Dorothy soon closed her eyes and fell fast asleep.\n"}