She wrapped the felt cloak around her shoulders, kissed each friend goodbye, and whispered, "ნახვამდის, ოზი" (Goodbye, Ozi).
A small wooden sign, carved in მხედრული script, read: (Ozi).
She threw a second bolt. The Lion, shaking, leaped in front of everyone — not with a roar, but with a terrified, high-pitched "მეშველეთ!" (Help me!). The bolt bounced off his russet mane and hit the Witch’s own foot. She shrieked, melted into a puddle of bitter ჟღაპი (vinegar), and was gone. The Wizard Of Oz Qartulad
Tako, though trembling, took charge. "We will find the Wizard of Ozi. They say he lives in a castle of crystal that drips with ჭაჭა (grappa) fountains."
The Scarecrow blinked. "I do remember the cheese recipe." The Tin Soldier touched his dented chest. "It is warm." The Lion stood straighter. She wrapped the felt cloak around her shoulders,
But the Lion nudged her. "Ozi is inside you, Tako. So is Tbilisi."
One afternoon, a sudden თოვლიანი ქარი (snowy wind) roared down from Mount Kazbek. The air turned to white crystal. Tako, who had been fetching water from the spring, grabbed her family’s old felt cloak. But the wind was stronger than any დევი (demon) from her grandmother’s stories. It scooped her up, spun her past the frozen waterfalls, and dropped her— thump —into a valley where the grass was the deep green of a Georgian summer and the sky was the blue of ancient cloisonné enamel. The Lion, shaking, leaped in front of everyone
And inside her pocket: a dry tarragon leaf, a copper bolt, and a single russet hair.