"I hate red shoes; they look especially ugly on you." The wizard remarked when he looked down at the slippers. Dorothy stared blankly at him.
"Excuse me? Why do you hate my shoes?" She asked the wizard, "My friends say they look good on me." The wizard ignored her and kept glaring down on the sparkling shoes. An awkward silence followed.
The tin man was the first to break the ice.
"Ah, Dorothy, I-I think th-they look exquisite on you." He stammered timidly. Toto yapped as if in agreement. Dorothy exhaled.
"Thank you, tin man." She said to him, "But I want the wizard to say they look good on me." She crossed her arms over her chest and looked at the wizard expectantly. He looked up at her.
"Excuse me?" He asked lamely.
"Tell me my shoes look nice on me." Dorothy repeated, lifting her nose upward slightly. The wizard sighed and stood up straight to look at Dorothy in the eyes. He wavered, and then huffed,
"Well, they do match your personality."