Elphaba concentrated on the first Oompa-Loompa on the left. “Iskviesti Zaibo!” A bolt of lightning seemed to come from everywhere and zapped the poor Dymon, who popped like a kernel of popcorn and let out a squeal.

“Did I hurt it?” But she didn’t need an answer, as it pulled itself up from the snow and brushed itself off.

Auteur: Abramelin Keldor