The little girl trudged reluctantly as she entered the arrival gates. She wore a black shoe with a bow on one foot and on the other, a pink sock. Her mother pulled her wrist with one hand and pushed the trolley with the other. The little girl pulled her arm back angrily and stood grumpily in the corner. Sighing, her mother sat the little girl on top of the bags. Her little legs dangled, one sans shoe.
Curving around the luggage carousel, her mother rolled the trolley towards EXIT, just as a black shoe with a bow appeared on the conveyor belt.