One single sentence, one frame of film, and abracadabra! the story’s wings would take her to another lost world, another magic realm that was ready to be explored.
Will everyone stop eating dinosaurs?
Will everyone stop eating dinosaurs?' she frowned.
Lydia could hear music too, of accordion, horn and tuba bands, their oompa-pa oompa lumpen sounds like the bellows of bulls or moos of cows.
