The picture cut to a shot of peaceful brown plains rolling by.

Down went the beast, its brain spilling from its skull onto the brown plain.

Lorena looked but could only see the brown plain.

It is a gigantic brown plain, ringed by the round cliffs of the caldera wall.

Far away, there was a hint of brown, dusty plain.

Even the clothes he wore blended in with the brown, arid plains.

They were crossing a brown plain of dried mud.

Leeta nodded, stanng out over the vast golden brown plains.

Instead, there was an enormous silence hanging over the brown plain.

There was a great, brown plain, and no sky.