Forty years old and he'd never done anything noteworthy. Then he met this farmer's wife blooming amongst scarlet poppies in fallow farmland whilst trying to write a young people's book.

"Honestly, young lady, I'm a writer," he insisted. "I'll put you in my book," he pled. "You'll be famous," he vowed.

"Your thick bush-whacker is magical," she asserted. "It's like a cyclone inside," she cried. "You're a Wizard," she averred. 

"Sakes alive," he groaned. "A veritable naughty witch."

"Mr. Baum," she begged, "spunk my cock trap."

"Yes, my juicy darling. You'll be famous, Dorothy," he promised.

He spoke the truth.