Flash Fiction # 414 -- Lost in Elsewhere/24

So, there I was in Oz, dealing with the Wicked Witch of the West.  Better her than Glinda, who was a bit over the rainbow -- and I wasn't Dorothy.  Apparently, she only dealt well with pretty girls and yappy dogs.I had two cats.  I had the feeling Glinda wasn't a cat person.I wasn't convinced when the Wicked Witch of the West said she would help us get home.  My knowledge of Momba was limited to