"COME HERE YA LITTLE RAT!" Lillian Calivera screamed and ran faster. Even though it was 1:00 in the morning she was chasing a stubborn rabbit that just wouldn't stop hopping. Finally the rabbit jumped down a hole in the ground. Lillian followed and jumped. Thinking it was no more than two feet deep.

She tumbled down, down, down. "OH MY GOD THIS DOES NOT SEEM PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE!"

She grabbed two vials, one from a small cliff, the other from the air- it was somehow floating. She thought the water would wake her up. Just as she went to take the cap off the first one- SMACK!- she crashed into a wall and was now lying on a cold, marble floor.

Lillian set one vial on the table, took the other's tagged cap off, poured the liquid into her hand, and splashed it on her face. "GOD!" she yelled. "THAT SMELLS HORRIBLE!"

She opened the other bottle and took a sip. "BLEH-HEH-HEH! MUSTARD! I HATE MUSTARD!" she squeaked and started brushing her tongue off with her hands. She reached for the other bottle and- without looking- took a sip. She coughed and looked at the table. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh-aaaaaahhhhhhh! The- the table! It's growing- don't kill meee! Wait, I shrunk..."

Lillian saw a piece of cake on a table that looked like it should be in a doll house. "Is this plastic..." she said and slowly inched towards the cake. She poked it.

"Nope it's real... now wait a second, if I eat this will my clothes grow with me or will they stay the same and rip... will I have to run around naked?! MY CLOTHES COULD EAT IT TOO! Because then they would grow with me- waaaaait... clothes don't have guts..."

Lillian shrugged and looked up at the table. She walked over to a door and yelled- "OPEN SAYS ME!" She waited... "OPEN SAYS ME! OPEN SAYSELL!" She pushed against the door. "WOOP! IT'S GIVING WAY! IT'S GIVING WAY!" She stopped. "No that was me who was giving way huh..."

"Hey!" the door yelped.

Lillian screamed and started running around. "OOOOOH MY GOD! I'M DEAD! I'M DEAD! I'M DEAD! I'VE DIED! I'M DEAD!"

The door rolled its eyes. "Definitely not an Alice... Perhaps a distant Hatter..."

Lillian slammed her wrist against her ear, then against the door. "Do you hear anything?! Hey how can you talk? Are your vocal chords like, in your eyeballs or something?"

"Hatter... definitely a Hatter..."

Lillian saw something under the rug. She picked it up. A key... She tried to stick it in the door but it swung open and she fell out. "Jerk!" she yelled as the door slammed shut.

Lillian looked around. Butterflies. Horseflies. Dragonflies. Roses. Dandelions.

No! Bread-and-butterflies! Rocking-Horseflies! Fire-Breathing-Dragonflies!

A little grey bird waddled out from a bush that was hiding a body of water.

"Why aren't you flying?" Lillian called.

"I can't." it called back.

"You could be a penguin... no penguins aren't that ugly..."

"Well!"

"No... they are ugly... WIGS! They don't wear wigs! Ugly grey bald non-penguin flightless feather man!"

"I'm a dodo."

"Hehe... you don't have to tell me twice..." she giggled.

The dodo bird rolled his eyes. "Try the Hatter..." he mumbled. "Hatta?" Lillian repeated.

Suddenly the rabbit hopped by. "Hey! You!" Lillian yelled.

"No, no, no! I'm late! I must go!" he yelled back.

"NNNNO! Get back here!"

But the rabbit kept running. "She's as loony as the Hatter..." he whispered.