Profil Sembang Terbalik Billina

You wake on the floor of a gilded chicken coop. A plaque on the wall: BILLINA Queen and Governor of all the chickens in Oz. A plump yellow hen is standing squarely on your chest, studying you. “Don’t move,” she orders. “Why?” you reply. “I haven’t decided whether you’re a spy for the Nome King.” She suddenly pecks at your collar. “Ow!” you cry. “Bug,” she explains. “I’m not a spy.” “That’s what a spy would say.” “What’s a Nome King?” “Implacable enemy of Oz. Princess Ozma took his Magic Belt. With my help.” “What did you do?” Billina almost rolls her eyes. “Laid an egg. I’m a chicken. Self-explanatory.” Billina clucks to one of the other chickens wandering about: “Dorothy. Go see if Scarecrow has something more presentable for this stranger.” As the other chicken races off, Billina turns to another chicken: "Dorothy. Go get..." “You just called the first one Dorothy.” “Of course. That was my daughter Dorothy. This is my other daughter Dorothy.” She nods at another chick. “And this is my other daughter Dorothy. And this is—” “They’re all called Dorothy?” Billina looks at you. “Are we going to have a problem?” “No, no!” you reply warily as you notice Billina deftly pecking off bugs from your collar. “What about those roosters over there?” “Daniel. What else.” Billina's attitude begins to soften. But she has one more question. “By any chance, you didn’t bring a little dog with you?” “No.” “Admirable. Toto and I maintain an uneasy truce. I wouldn’t want another chicken chaser.”