However, she was also a very unhappy witch.
And honestly, what good is being wicked if you feel unfulfilled?
The wicked yet miserable witch decided to ask a friend -- a professor of Divination at the school of witchcraft and wizardry just a little ways down the brick road -- for some advice.
Well, the Inner Eye predicted that the witch could and would achieve true happiness on one condition:
If she got a dog.
The witch loved puppies! She decided to set a trap by wearing a pair of cute red shoes.
Sure enough, a house soon fell from the sky. It was a close call, but the wicked witch stepped aside in the nick of time. Out of the house came a dizzy girl with a little black puppy.
The girl was all too glad to trade the shoes for her dog. She had a party with some munchkins to get to, and ruby slippers were just the thing to complete her look. Besides, she was tired of cleaning up after the puppy, who still wasn't showing any interest in potty training.
The witch was super excited about her new pet.
Until she realized she had no idea how to take care of a puppy. I mean, how do you keep them from crying??
Yes, our wicked witch needed help. She decided to look up a local scarecrow who was known for his brains. Surely he would think of something.
And although the scarecrow wasn't real good with crows,
he did have a few tricks up that straw-stuffed sleeve for keeping puppies happy. With a game or two of fetch,
a little cuddling,
and a decent nap,
things were working out pretty well.
However, it turns out this particular dog breed doesn't like to sleep through the night. Yeah, nighttime was rough.
The witch decided to contact a local woodsman who'd slept standing up for years after an unfortunate rusting incident. Surely he'd have some tips for insomnia.
She asked him if he'd be willing to take a break from destroying the forest to help a sister out.
Fortunately, he was willing.
But unfortunately, neither of them had taken into account the puppy's incessant drooling. Moisture isn't good for tin woodsmen if they want to stay un-rusty, and it DEFINITELY isn't good for wicked witches, if you know what I mean.
Yes, things were getting downright dangerous.
So they called in the King of the Forest. Who better to protect them from every kind of peril?
And you better believe that lion was good at his job.
But let's be honest -- being a king isn't always all it's cracked up to be. I mean, doggies are constant work, and we all know that a cat's patience with them can wear a little thin at times.
So... after some brainstorming, the witch's assistants suggested seeking the help of a local wizard. One with a reputation for being great and powerful.
At first, the witch was hesitant; you know it can be pretty risky to get involved with a wizard.
But there were monkeys to enchant, after all, and flowers to be made poisonous, and the witch needed some serious backup if she was going to get anything done.
Plus, the lion could eat the wizard if he gave them too much trouble.
So they were off to see the wizard, the one who was rumored to be so wonderful.
And to make a long story short, I know it's hard to believe, but that wizard lived up to his reputation in every way.
Among his many other talents, he was one magical puppysitter.
Let's hope he's good at potty training too.
And they all lived happily, albeit wickedly in one case, and hungrily in another case since the lion didn't get to eat anyone, ever after.
And their little dog, too.
(At least, I'm pretty sure that's how the story goes. I'm not great with details.)
A Cautionary Tale About Using Science to Accomplish Your Evil Goals