OK, so this is kinda what would happen if original fiction and fan fiction had a baby.
Disclaimer - I don't own any of Lewis Carroll's characters or ideas. I'm just screwing them up.
"Dinah, where did you go?"
17-year-old Ali McIntyre stepped off her porch and put her hands up, shielding her eyes from the sun. Her cat, Dinah, had run into the backyard just moments before, and now she was nowhere to be seen.
"Dinah!"
As she walked across the grass, she saw a tail coming out of the bushes near the fence. Peeking into them, she saw her cat, posed and ready to pounce, and a white rabbit, completely still, staring at Dinah with little red eyes.
"Don't you dare!" She scooped the cat up, much to it's annoyance.
"You silly cat, you know you're not supposed to be out."
As she looked back at the bush, she saw the rabbit had come out and was looking at her with interest. But the minute she made eye contact, it hopped away under the fence.
Silly Ali, you know you don't make eye contact with rabbits.
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