This is a story about a little girl who defeated an evil witch – two even. She had not intended to, it just came about. For the first time, it just happened, and later she just happened to fall on a knife 146 times. You may call this determinism. Or the inexorable flow of history. Oh, and little ruby red glitter slippers that can transport their owner anywhere she wishes to be (wait, what?). Just a moment ago you were being spun around in a whirlwind, and now you are sat on a cosy couch feeling like a ‘general of the sofa corps’ (And if you say ‘run’, I'll run with you / And if you say ‘hide’, we'll hide).

Dorothy, who defeated the Wicked Witch of the West and her sister, the Wicked Witch of the East, is a character in a wandering plot, the embodiment of an insignificant, forever unnoticed ‘little man’ who defeats the giant. She is similar to David, who prevailed over Goliath, and, at the same time, similar to all those painters and sculptors, who depicted his feat many times over in the subsequent millennia. Or a little bird that takes sharp aim at passers-by hurrying about their business. But do not be upset, this is supposed to bring wealth. Let's dance.