The Tuscan Munchkins lived in a big house with many windows. They frolicked around their spacious grounds. They were a splinter group from the Oz Munchkins, who lived in little shacks with only one window. Boring.
In Tuscany these folks could slide off their sloped red roof into the arms of stronger peers, Then they would march around singing happy music. Their lives could not be better.
Then the unimaginable happened. Mussolini took power and ordered them out of their home and into the mines to work hours on end. He claimed the house as his own. The Munchkins worked next to seven dwarfs who whispered to each other as though they had a secret. Perhaps some woman stashed away.
When the Oz Munchkins heard of their fate they could only shrug and say I told you so.
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