Insert the obvious movie quote here.
The front door opens onto a plain of dry earth and sun-scorched grass, as far as the eye can see.
In from this wasted landscape steps a little girl, about seven or eight years old. Her gingham frock is covered with dust from the road, and the ribbons in her curly auburn hair are worn and frayed. A small black dog follows behind her.
The girl looks surprised to be here, but not overly so. "This isn't Mr. Johnson's house," she says to no one in particular. "Are we having another adventure, Toto?"
In from this wasted landscape steps a little girl, about seven or eight years old. Her gingham frock is covered with dust from the road, and the ribbons in her curly auburn hair are worn and frayed. A small black dog follows behind her.
The girl looks surprised to be here, but not overly so. "This isn't Mr. Johnson's house," she says to no one in particular. "Are we having another adventure, Toto?"