Wizard of Oz

Dorothy Gayle was a simpleton. The irony was that she had to go through great lengths to find out how to go home, when the answer to her longing had always been on her feet.

The Wizard of Oz was of no help, despite being the only mortal authority living in a city made of precious emeralds. He represented officials who only knew how to scare people but had no idea how to run anything.

The Good Witch of the North was of no help either. She could have told Dorothy from the very start in Munchkin land that all she needed to do was to click her heels three times and she'd be home. However, she was living in a bubble. She didn't really know what was going on.

Dorothy found her help from her three friends -- the scarecrow, the tinman, and the cowardly lion. They were kindred, characters who felt incomplete and wounded. Who were looking for hope. Their assistance didn't amount to much but that was enough solace Dorothy needed for the journey.

Though Dorothy Gayle was a simpleton, she was not a coward. She knew how to stand up for herself. She was not afraid to speak up her mind. Had she found out about the ruby slippers, she would've zipped off to Kansas in a splitsecond. Had she any smarts, she would've realized the power in her pumps, so much so, the Wicked Witch from the West was willing to kill her for them.

Of course, that was the tragedy of her adventure. She had been given so much and all she ever wanted was to stay home and feed the chickens.