Before the plane could get up to its cruising altitude though, the wind picked up and almost immediately, the plane began to spin out of control. The passengers around me began to scream and hold onto their things. The pilot could only mutter something about “Hurricane Zell” before the plane began to break apart.

I don’t remember landing, but I opened my eyes and saw before me endless fields towards a flat horizon. I unbuckled my seat belt, stood up, and a group of children came up to me. At first, they were quiet, but eventually one little girl spoke. “Welcome, and thank you for killing the mean witch,” she said.

I turned around and saw a pair of Birkenstocks sticking out from underneath my airplane seat. “She was horrible,” continued the little girl. “She taught us that our grandparents were apes, and she doesn’t let us pray in class,” then leaning over to me, she whispered, “And I hear they’re going to take our Bibles away.” [ read it all ]

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