"I'm late," whispered the large, grey rabbit in his low, threatening voice, "I'm...late..."
Alice stared, her blonde curls still in the silence-a look of surprise on her face. She had never before seen a rabbit as large as this one, nor had she heard a rabbit speak. She was intrigued by the rabbit. She was very intrigued, indeed.
The rabbit turned to a tree near the one Alice was leaning on-one of three trees in a field of wheat. He produced a vial containing a thick, red substance. He pulled the cork off of the top and splashed the substance onto the rough tree's bark.
When the tree received the substance, it opened a small hole-just enough for the large rabbit to fit.
Alice watched with interest as the rabbit disappeared into the tree. She stood and ran to the opening.
When she reached the tree's opening, she squeezed through.
Alice was half of the way into the tree, when suddenly the opening closed. Alice screamed a blood-curdling scream as the tree began to crush her. She struggled, flailing her arms about-quite like the way a mouse would flail about as a cat crushed the mouse's spin in it's mouth. In her frantic movement, she cut her wrist on an unknown sharp object. Alice's blood coated the inside of the tree.
When the tree sensed the blood, it opened again. Alice fell through the opening. As she began to tumble down a dark tunnel, Alice lost consciousness.
Blood splattered her white apron and her sky blue dress.
Wet with blood, Alice landed with a CRACK on a hard surface.
She had completely lost consciousness.
Several feet away, the large rabbit opened it's glowing, red eyes. It inched toward her, a bloodthirsty, twisted smile on it's face.