Author's Note: Hey, this is just a story I thought of on Groundhog Day. I know I'm a little late but I hope you enjoy it. I don't own Alice in Wonderland. That belongs to Lewis Carroll and Tim Burton. I don't know if people in England celebrate Groundhog Day but in this story Underland does and if you happen to be British, I hope you enjoy this as well.

"Reginald, would you please come out?"

"No." It was February second, the day that the groundhog came out of his hole and predicted whether or not an early spring would come. Nivens McTwisp was trying to get the groundhog, Reginald, to come out of his hole and was having no success so far.

"Please, Reginald. It's traditional," McTwisp said, sticking his head in the hole. His reply was a punch in the face. Staggering back and rubbing his eye, he glared at the hole. "Really!"

"What's going on, Nivens?" Alice, Tarrant, Mally and Thackery had arrived.

"I'm having trouble getting the groundhog out. He has to come out today." His paws twitched nervously.

"I'll talk to 'im" said Mally. She went into the hole. "Reg, ya do realize you can't stay there forever, right?"

"I'm not coming out. It's the same thing every year, I come out of my hole, look for my shadow and I see it and there's more winter. What's the point?"

"Well, it's like McTwisp said, it's traditional, it just wouldn't be the same if you didn't do it."

"I don't think you heard me. I don't want to do it. There's six more weeks of winter, deal with it. Good night." Mally was thrown out of the hole.

Then they all tried their own ways to try to get Reginald out of his hole. Thakery threw a tea cup down the hole, Tarrant offered Reginald tea if he would come out and Chessur even arrived and tried to scare the groundhog out but none of them succeeded.

"He's just determined to stay down there, isn't he?" Alice asked, but it was a rhetorical question, they all knew he wasn't coming out.

"No, he isn't," McTwisp sighed. "Now I have to ask Absolem to do it."

Five minutes later, he came back with Absolem fluttering behind him.

"It's the same thing every year," the elder butterfly grumbled. He flew down the hole. "Reginald?" he called.

"I'm not coming out this time, Absolem," said Reginald. He was short, had brown fur that was covered in dirt and was wearing equally dirty pajamas. "It's always the same, I come out, see my shadow and it's six more weeks of winter. I can't take it anymore."

"And I have to do this every time because you always assume that winter will come and refuse to come out so I have to get you out."

Absolem's hookah appeared and he started smoking it.

"Not in my house!" Reginald cried.

"Then I suggest that you get out of this house now," Absolem replied coolly, blowing smoke in his direction.

Reginald caughed and climbed out of the hole, not bothering to change out of his pajamas.

He looked around, trying to find his shadow which would surely show but to his surprise.

I guess I was wrong, he thought. What do you know?

"It's an early spring this year!" he said to all the Underlanders that had come. They all cheered.

"Did you change your mind about tea, Reg?" Tarrant asked kindly.

They all went to the Hatter's house for tea.

Author's Note: Well, I hope you enjoyed this story.

Absolem Impersonator: This was forced.

Me: Ugh, I'm so ticked right now that I can't even yell at you.

Tarrant: What happened, Hopeless?

Me: Well, some jerk on the Mysterious Benedict Society fandom is impersonating me and a lot of other authors and leaving anonymous flames on random stories.

Tarrant: *frowns* S.Q. mentioned something about that, someone getting you out of character.

Me: Okay, just one last thing: If you're an author for Mysterious Benedict Society and you see a review that isn't logged in under my name or anyone else's that has swear words or tells you to die, DON'T BELIEVE THEM, THEY'RE NOT FROM US! Goodbye.