(no subject)
She appears suddenly, right in the center of the room. A girl of about eleven or so, with dark braided pigtails and a blue gingham gown. Her eyes are squeezed shut and in her arms, she clutches a little black dog. More remarkable than any of this, though, is her shoes-- ruby red and fairly glowing with a distinctly magical air.
The little girl opens her eyes and her delighted, expectant expression instantly falls into one of disappointed bewilderment. She holds the dog a little closer.
"Toto? I don't think we're in Oz anymore..."
Typist: ...I couldn't resist. Dorothy Gale from The Wizard of Oz, intercepted somewhere on her return trip from Oz to Kansas.
The little girl opens her eyes and her delighted, expectant expression instantly falls into one of disappointed bewilderment. She holds the dog a little closer.
"Toto? I don't think we're in Oz anymore..."
Typist: ...I couldn't resist. Dorothy Gale from The Wizard of Oz, intercepted somewhere on her return trip from Oz to Kansas.