Hey? Well, please do come in and have a seat *O*
I have had some quite adventures days lately I would like to tell you about if you would like to hear ... You would? Great *o*
Then please sit down in the sofa and - and these easy chairs and get comfortable? Are all settle to their satisfaction ... Good *o*
Here - please let me pass the candy and wine around. And there is a couple of large cakes on the side table over there ... We have tea and coffee - and chocolate to eat and drink too -o*
... O.K. you can have the nuts too! I´ll just have to wear Johnny´s motorbike helmet in that case if you go nuts and starts to throw them at the silly tale teller here, I guess ... Tshe *o*
Let me see ... This all started with me not being able to find my imaginary Johnny anywhere ... We .. ehmm ... had an argument and he left me in a huff standing by the library´s computer being rather miffed myself. 
But a bit later I of course wanted to find him and make up with him, but then he was  - like - vanished ...
Normally when my imaginary Johnny gets angry at me he just goes away and sulks a bit somewhere. Looking very cute while doing so *O* And then before long - five or ten minutes at the tops - he usually comes back and pretends nothing has happen. At least that he hasn´t called me a thing or two -o* Or I go and find him and kiss him and ask if I have to sleep in the dog house tonight or something ... Luckily he has up to now always thought that the dog should have its house all to itself. You see - the dog snores - and farts a bit, being an elderly dog ... So all in all I prefer to sleep beside Johnny ... In our very nice bed and such, if you know what I mean ... He *O*
So after our argument down here at the public library where I write from I fully expected him to be somewhere in that big book deposit. Sitting quietly enjoying a book. Or playing with a computer in one of the other rooms perhaps. But he was nowhere to be found. ... I even went through some bookwormholes into our favorite books and asked some of our friends there. But they haven´t seen where my sweetie went either ...
"O.K. ..." I thought "This argument really got to him ... I better find him fast and try to convince him he is wrong - very wrong. That I don´t mean what the little sweet insecure fool seems to have decided I mean ..." But that proved to be easier said - I mean; thought - than done.
First I went home to my flat feeling pretty confident that he would be laying on the bed reading and looking pretty beautiful. But nope - no Johnny. So I went out again and looked all over the Botanical Garden which is next door to my flat and one of my Johnny´s favorite haunt. But no cutie pie in sight. The ducks in the lake even had the cheek to complain, that they hadn´t seen him for ages! That is to say we hadn´t been passed the eggheads´ restingplace for two days -o*
I decided to widen the search a bit and accordingly went home to my flat again and entered my imaginary "queen-dom" through my broom closet - getting knocked on the head by my broom in passing ... She is a friend of Johnny´s too *O* You see - she suffers from vertigo like I do ... Really a problem for a witch´s broom. But when hearing that Johnny persuaded me to buy a flying Persian carpet - called Fatima - so the spoiled broom could stay on the ground. And I could sit safely in the middle of said expensive rag and so don´t have to look down -O*
Once through the closet I came into the enchanted wood where my real home is. Here I also went around asking all I could find. But none of them had seen Johnny since the night before, when he and I had had a great party in our little house with food, drink, dancing and more singing and talking than is good for one´s throat. 
At this shindig Johnny had been the life of everything. And he is generally very well liked in my - our *o* - neck of the wood - so naturally everybody got rather concerned about him apparently having gone missing. 
The red squirrels in the forest even pelted me with nuts for having made their Johnny unhappy. ... O.K. he´s your Johnny too, so go ahead - throw the damn hard little thingies ....
No? Good *O*
You see - I might be queen in my imaginary queen-dom. But prince Charming - alias my imaginary Johnny - is everybody´s darling *O*
Finally I entered our small cosy house in said woods. But there was no Johnny inside and no sign of him having been there that day either. I waited - and waited - but no Johnny showed up. So I was starting to get rather worried. Checking and checking my cell phone to see if it was on. Or whether or not there were no messages. There were no messages ... But after quite a while someone knocked at the door. That couldn´t be Johnny - he never knocks - claims, it wakes the door of its slumber. 
And true enough. When I opened Billy Bob Murphy stood outside - scratching his big troll head and sighing a bit. "I hear, you are looking for the Little One" he rumbled "He - eh - came to me and wanted to get the Yellow Brick ... And now he must be halfway to Oz, if he isn´t already there. ... O.K. I know I should probably not have given it to him. He might get lost among the munchkins in the Emerald City as his friend giggled he would ... But you also know Johnny. He could persuade you the moon is made of cheese. ... and then be generous enough to go and try and get you some of it to eat on a slice of bread. Perhaps in thin slices on rye"
Maybe I better explain that Billy Bob use to a wandering troll - a born poet and story teller - but now a days is a sort of archivist and store keeper here. After he met the lovely Elvira Manglesprout {a fellow troll} he wanted to settle down and have a home and some children. So I have hired him to keep a bit of order in all the different things we have stored here. And among those things is the magic yellow brick which - if placed on the ground - starts the "Yellow Brick Road" that leads to Oz. Yes, I know it wasn´t like that in the movie! But movies are not always so accurate -O*
But why my baby wanted to go to the Emerald City Billy Bob couldn´t tell me. He said, Johnny had just mumbled something about asking the wizard to help. Saying that there have been so many new inventions in magic lately that it might be possible now. But the troll hadn´t got a chance to ask Johnny what he wanted to be possible since the "Little One" seemed to be in such a hurry. Quite unlike his normal behavior, Billy Bob added worried.
I thanked the troll for that puzzling piece of information and said I would try and catch up with Johnny. And in order to get there faster I called for Gunpowder. But Billy Bob reminded me while leaving that the rather spoiled "good horsy" has found another lady friend rather far a field from my realm so he was probably not able to hear me.
So I yelled for Daredevil instead. Which isn´t as dangerous as it might sound. Daredevil is actually a pretty decent horse. He whinnies, he didn´t know he had all that violence in him before filming Sleepy Hollow. But Tim Burton is one Hell of a director and gets people to do things they would have sworn they wouldn´t be able to do normally, the big horsy claims.
Be that as it may - Daredevil didn´t show up either ... I later heard he had been at a yoga class several miles away and couldn´t hear me -o*
But just at that moment Amaritza - a red dragon and a firm friend of Johnny´s - flapped by over my house just as I was thinking - sighing - about having to walk all that way. So I hailed her and she landed gracefully beside the house.
I might as well admit it - normally Amaritza and I are not that good friends. She is jealous, I think -o* So I just told her that I wanted to go to Oz to find Johnny who had gone there to ask the wizard to help. "Why has he done that?" Amaritza demanded to know "Does the Gorgeous One not know that that wizard is just one sorry individual being very lucky in his choise of public relations firm. And that there is absolutly no substance at all in the concept?" ... sorry, folks ... Amaritza talks like that. What she meant was that the wizard is no good as a wizard. It is all hype and hot air ...
"Yes, he has seen the movie!" I said a bit irritated. Then added plaintively "Please help me, Amaritza. We fought - and I ... you know I love him ... I just want to find him and - and apologize a bit ..." Amaritza looked for a long moment at me. But since she - as most dragons - are very romantic {in secret of course! So as not spoil their rumour as serious bad as ... - you know -o* } she finally decided to help. And that even though she doesn´t think me good enough for her wonderful Johnny-boy.
No human will ever be good enough for Johnny in Amaritza´s eyes, I might add. It is not just me *O* And since Johnny can´t very well date a dragon - preferably herself, I suspect - she at least wants him to be with an angel or a goddess. ... and some of the goddesses - especially the Greeks - wouldn´t even cut the mustard with her, I think *O* She will be somebody a formidable dragon-mother-in-law one day -o*
As it were, Amaritza lay down and I clambered up on her back and grabbed a firm hold of her mane. When I was safely seated the dragon jumped into the air and started flying east toward Oz. And I closed my eyes firmly trying not to think of falling down or crash landing or anything of that serious a kind. Daredevil is almost too tall for my vertigo to handle ... I much prefer Gunpowder´s shorter legs *o* Then imagining flying higher than the trees ... 
NO! I won´t imagine it!! ... or you won´t get any more story - I´ll have to go and lay down instead .............
As a matter of fact - I´m sorry - but I have to ... I shouldn´t have started to talk about that ... 
Where is my dear bed?
Could we please meet again here tomorrow? We can - wonderful *O* See you then *o*