"I'm gonna call her Bobby!" Victoria chirped. "What?!" Joy squeaked, "No! Her name is Azis, which is formed by combining the words 'blue' and 'gray' in Spanish!"

   "You're going to name your dog after colors in a foreign language? Suit yourself - I'm calling her Bobby!" Victoria replied rather snippily.

   "But Bobby is a boy's name!" Joy protested.

   "Enough! We must move, and quickly. The sun is setting, and we must find shelter. Now that the witch rules these lands, she can conjure up storms every night that are deadly in order to keep from a sneak attack on her castle." Victoria warned, ignoring her sister's complaint.

   So she and Joy - not to mention Azis - set out to look for shelter. As they neared a clearing of underbrush, the girls spotted something shimmering in the dusky sunlight. Something red, glittery, and - heeled? Red shoes! "Red shoes?!" Joy whisper-shouted. "Like in the Wizard of Oz?"

   "The Wizard of Ah's? There's a wizard that invented the sound 'ah'? As in, 'Ah, we have found strange red shoes?'" Victoria asked, confused.

   "Nevermind that," said Joy. "You never were one to read books."

   "The Wizard of Ah's is a book? Even you I wouldn't think would read such a pointless book!" Victoria whispered, disgusted.

   "Actually, it's the Wizard of Oz!" Joy responded, irritated.

   "That's what I said, the Wizard of Ah's." Victoria answered confused.

   "NO!" Joy shouted. "The Wizard of OZ! As in the wizard of the Land of Oz, which is a place. It is the wizard of a place! Of a land! Oz is spelled O - Z. How hard can it be? Are you really that incompetent, Vicky?"

   "I am NOT incompetent!" Victoria shouted back at her sister. "And don't call me Vicky. You know I hate it when you call me that!"

   Then they heard an evil cackle. "Uh-oh," they glanced at each other in unison. Victoria looked up at her sister. "We're in trouble."

   "I hadn't noticed, Vicky," Joy replied snarkily.

   "Now is no time for being sassy, Joy!"

   "Okay, okay Vicky-."

   "-And don't call me Vicky!"

   "I'd love ta stay and chat some more, but I've got something called 'I prefer not to die tonight' syndrome. Adios!" Joy took off running.

   "Hey! Wait for me! We're not done yet!" Vicky shouted, taking off after her sister and away from the clearing.