Trail-behind Dorothy dawdles through downtown drear, morphing her mum's silhouette into witches, ogres, and aliens in an imagination-fueled frenzy. From snow-queen shivers to bearish bellows, her wild whims whirl until a hasty hustle home hushes the hallucinatory hullabaloo. Harvey's hazy hues haze Cruickshank's cheeky chase, a droll daydream on dawdling's dazzling detours for dreamy drifters.
