Once there was a little girl. She lived in a stone castle. . . She visited strange places and saw many strange things. . ."" Thus Himler invites us to see a kiddie-car ride through a familiar frowzy city neighborhood as an adventure--the elevator as a ""magic-box,"" a derelict feeding pigeons as a wizard, a bulldozer as a dragon, and a turn on the playground swings as a chance to fly with the birds. The illusion is fragile as a soap bubble to begin with and the mood turns schmaltzy on return home through now (surprisingly) quiet streets. But in contrast to the redundant whimsicality of Little Owl, (1974) this is the sort of everyday, squint-eyed magic a toddler might try out on her own.