Once upon a time in a big house on a pebble road in a quaint little town somewhere in England, there lived Lord and Lady Whitman, along with their two children, Lawrence Finnegan and Sarah. Lord and Lady Whitman did their best to raise their perfect little lady and gentleman.

Lawrence Finnegan, or Finn as he prefers, was quite a curious boy, and was never really fond of his studies.

So, you couldn't blame him for not paying attention to his sister as she read. They sat out in the garden, Sarah leaning against a tree, and Finn staring into space with boredom. He let out a tiny gasp as a girl ran right past them and into the giant grass surrounding their lake.

"Did you see that, Sarah?" Finn asked, pointing to the tall grass.

"See what?" Sarah looked up from her book before looking back down again. Finn sighed and crawled into the grass, deciding to check it out for himself.

He found the girl crouching by the lakeside, and what a peculiar girl she was. She seemed perfectly normal except for the fluffy white ball protruding from her tailbone and giant, white bunny ears coming out from her hair. She was wearing tall black boots and a blue and gold tail coat, tailored to fit perfectly around her feminine curves. She rose to her feet, bunny ears twitching. Her head snapped around in different directions, looking for something, not seeming to have noticed Finn. Then, she tugged on the golden chain coming out of her pocket and out fell a beautiful golden pocket watch. Finn leaned even closer as she opened the pocket watch and studied the time.

"Curiouser and curiouser..." Finn muttered before losing his balance and falling through the tall grass and landing right beside the rocks that surrounded the lake. The rabbit-girl snapped her attention to him. He giggled sheepishly and waved. "Hello."

"No time for hello," she spoke quickly. "Goodbye. I'M LATE!"

"Huh?" Finn watched as she hopped over to a tree and...jumped into a hole. Finn quickly ran after her, kneeling beside the hole and peeking in. He couldn't see inside it, it was too dark.

"Curiouser and curiouser," he whispered again. He reached his hand in, and it was emerged into the darkness. "Ah, AH!" he yelped as he once again lost balance and fell headfirst into the giant rabbit hole.

He clawed at the air as he fell before staring around in wonder. The hole seemed to go along forever, and there were many things falling with him. Bedside tables, lamps, books, and lots and lots of clocks, all ticking (very LOUDLY, mind you) in unison.

Finally, Finn landed with a grunt. He looked up and saw the rabbit-girl's back. She twisted her torso to look down at him, a miniature bottle slipping through her fingers and clattering onto the floor. Then, she started to...

Shrink.

Finn's eyes widened, watching in awe as the girl grew smaller and smaller (her clothes shrinking with her), until she was only two inches tall. She checked her miniature pocket watch again before running to a tiny door, only a few inches taller than her. Wrapping her tiny hands around the doorknob, she tugged it open and ran inside.

"Wait! Please, wait!" Finn crawled over, reaching out. The tiny door slammed shut. He turned back to the vial she had dropped on the ground and pinched it between his thumb and pointer finger, lifting it up to his face. A little tag hung from it, reading Drink Me.

He turned to the table he had not noticed in the middle of the room, which was covered with identical tiny vials, all reading Drink Me.

"Curiouser and curiouser!" Finn muttered yet again, walking over and opening one of the vials. He studied the clear liquid inside it, gently swirling the vial, before downing it all. He pulled the vial away from his mouth, pursing his lips. "Sour," he hoarsely whispered. Then, with a weird tingly feeling shooting up his back, the room started grow around him.

Well, it was more like he was shrinking. He looked up at the vial, now towering above him. "Woah," he gasped, before turning to the tiny door, not looking very tiny anymore. He grasped the knob, just as the rabbit-girl had done, and hesitated. His mother had always taught him to be a little gentleman. He should mind his manners. He raised his tiny fist and knocked three times on the door. No answer. He knocked again.

"Come in," he jumped when a voice came from behind the door. He yanked the door open, and a huge, strange world revealed itself. Flowers were three times his size, and a little while away was a forest of trees, even bigger than the flowers.

"Where am I?" Finn asked himself.

"The real question is...who are you?"

Finn jumped again. Sitting on top of a huge mushroom was a boy with crazy red hair and freckles. He, like the rabbit-girl, was very peculiar-looking. He had two normal eyes and ten tinier eyes all across his forehead, blinking in unison. In his hand he held a pipe, but when he blew on it, smoke did not come out. Instead, out came colorful bubbles, floating over to Finn. He reached out his finger and popped one.

"Who are you?" the boy asked again.

"Who are you?" asked Finn suspiciously.

"I am the Caterpillar. Philby," the boy said as a butterfly bigger than he flew over and landed beside him on the mushroom. The butterfly revealed herself to actually be a girl with butterfly wings. She smirked down at Finn and winked, wrapping her arms around Philby. "This is Storey, the Butterfly."

"Pleasure to make your acquaintances," Finn bowed. "I am Lawrence Finnegan Whitman, son of-"

"Wrong."

Finn blinked at Philby's sudden interruption. "I beg your pardon?"

Storey giggled, clinging to Philby and leaning in closer to Finn, taking Philby's bubble pipe and blowing it in Finn's face. Finn stumbled backwards, waving the bubbles away.

"You are Alice," Philby said, gently stroking one of Storey's beautiful blue wings.

"No I'm not. My name is Finn."

"You were looking for something, Alice?" Philby changed the subject, popping one of the bubbles Storey blew at him.

"Uh..." Finn was taken off guard. "Oh, yes! A girl with a pocket watch and rabbit ears. She wore a blue and gold tail coat and-"

"He was following Jezebel the White Rabbit," Philby turned to Storey and said to her.

"Jezebel the White Rabbit? So that's her name!"

Philby looked back at Finn, all twelve eyes blinking at once. "You wish to see where she is headed?"

"Yes," Finn nodded.

Philby turned to Storey, and she flapped her wings once, nodding. Philby looked back at Finn. "Follow that path," he said as Storey reached out a perfectly slender finger and pointed to the path leading into the giant forest.

Finn looked up at the forest. "Alright. Thank you, Mr. Caterpillar."

"My pleasure, Alice," Philby said as Storey stroked his cheek, fluttering her big blue wings.

"My name is Finn," Finn corrected, heading down the path. He stopped in his tracks and turned back to the two sitting on the giant mushroom. "Mr. Caterpillar?"

"Hm?"

"If you keep hanging around that Butterfly, Willa will be jealous," Finn said matter-of-factly before turning and entering the forest, confused by his own words. Who is Willa? Why did he say that? It just suddenly came out.

"Willa will be jealous?" Philby whispered to himself as Alice left their sight. Storey stroked his face and pecked his cheek before standing, fluttering her wings, and flying off. Philby watched her leave. "How is it that he knew? Such a peculiar Alice indeed."