The Wonderful Wizard of Oz - The Road Through the Forest
Our intrepid travellers, with hearts as tender as the painted visage of one and as innocent as the ruby-eyed gaze of another, traverse a path of variegated bricks. As the sun perches high, alighting thoughts of sustenance and rest, we find our sojourners by a brook's gentle burble, sharing in the simplest of feasts. Dorothy, child of the sun-baked Kansas plains, unfurls memories of a sepia-toned home, painting her past in the colours of longing. The Scarecrow, with the innocence ...