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El Maravilloso Mago de Oz
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Dorothy
lived
in
the
midst
of
the
great
Kansas
prairies,
with
Uncle
Henry,
who
was
a
farmer,
and
Aunt
Em,
who
was
the
farmer’s
wife.
Their
house
was
small,
for
the
lumber
to
build
it
had
to
be
carried
by
wagon
many
miles.
There
were
four
walls,
a
floor
and
a
roof,
which
made
one
room;
and
this
room
contained
a
rusty
looking
cookstove,
a
cupboard
for
the
dishes,
a
table,
three
or
four
chairs,
and
the
beds.
Uncle
Henry
and
Aunt
Em
had
a
big
bed
in
one
corner,
and
Dorothy
a
little
bed
in
another
corner.
There
was
no
garret
at
all,
and
no
cellar—except
a
small
hole
dug
in
the
ground,
called
a
cyclone
cellar,
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
trap
door
in
the
middle
of
the
floor,
from
which
a
ladder
led
down
into
the
small,
dark
hole.
When
Dorothy
stood
in
the
doorway
and
looked
around,
she
could
see
nothing
but
the
great
gray
prairie
on
every
side.
Not
a
tree
nor
a
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
grass
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.
When
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,
first
came
to
her,
Aunt
Em
had
been
so
startled
by
the
child’s
laughter
that
she
would
scream
and
press
her
hand
upon
her
heart
whenever
Dorothy’s
merry
voice
reached
her
ears;
and
she
still
looked
at
the
little
girl
with
wonder
that
she
could
find
anything
to
laugh
at.
Uncle
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.
It
was
Toto
that
made
Dorothy
laugh,
and
saved
her
from
growing
as
gray
as
her
other
surroundings.
Toto
was
not
gray;
he
was
a
little
black
dog,
with
long
silky
hair
and
small
black
eyes
that
twinkled
merrily
on
either
side
of
his
funny,
wee
nose.
Toto
played
all
day
long,
and
Dorothy
played
with
him,
and
loved
him
dearly.
Today,
however,
they
were
not
playing.
Uncle
Henry
sat
upon
the
doorstep
and
looked
anxiously
at
the
sky,
which
was
even
grayer
than
usual.
Dorothy
stood
in
the
door
with
Toto
in
her
arms,
and
looked
at
the
sky
too.
Aunt
Em
was
washing
the
dishes.
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