"I'm sure I can make him understand it was just an unfortunate accident."
"We'll cross that bridge when we come to it," Glen dismissed.
The tone in the good warlock's voice indicated to Donny that Glen hoped that was a bridge they'd never have to cross.
"I don't think I'll ever meet the Wicked Warlock of the West anyway," Donny said. "I can't even imagine what time it must be. Uncle Henry and Aunt Em must be worried sick about me and Toto. Can you tell me the way to Kansas, please?"
"Kansas? What's that?" Glen asked with a puzzled look.
"It's where I'm from."
"That must be very far away. I've never heard of Kansas," Glen shrugged.
Despite the enticing visual of the warlock's bouncing pecs, Donny focused on the matter at hand. "You know, Kansas. Like next to Nebraska, Oklahoma
