Little Wooden Men

Little Wooden Men

Not any of them can be Gumby with a pointed head and made of rubber clay. None of them can sit on a chair and feed their needs like a majestic, Redwood tree. Nor can they mold themselves or be molded by others to adapt to the ever-changing breeze.

Gumby and a marshmallow have one thing in common. No matter how much someone may misshape them with their fingers, both eventually return to the original self. It is enjoyable to squish a marshmallow between forefinger and thumb. They spring back, unless they are stale.

I first met the “Little Wooden Men” through a mutual friend. Her name is Dorothy Rene Oz, like in the wizard of. She is a petite woman of about four feet and eleven inches. She seems more of an “Alice in Wonderland ” than a Dorothy Of Oz.
Dorothy loves to wear long gown like dresses. They are nothing close to evening glamour gowns, but are one-piece garments that aren’t skirt like at all. She believes that they will make her taller or at least look that way. Physically, she reminds most on lookers of a woman trapped in a girl’s body. Her breasts are basically nipples. In dresses she doesn’t seem to have any hips or any curves. When she sits, like a lady, she moves her hands slowly from lower back to the end of her bottom. She always makes sure that her dress is placed just perfect before she sits. Dorothy has very defined butt cheeks. When she does wear pants, which isn’t often, she exhibits a nice ass. On her feet she always wears some sort of slipper shoe, like Cinderella with puny feet. She has no time for shoelaces, buckles, or straps. Indoors Dorothy goes barefoot, unless she is in a public place that demands footwear. However, she owns a pair of Doc Martin work boots which contradicts the previous statement. Dorothy Rene’ Oz is one of the most unique individuals I have ever met.

The past. A switch backwards to my first encounter with Ms. Oz.