Oliver in Wonderland
If you visited England in the 1900's and visited 14th cobbler street, you'd find an striving young inventor, Molly Kingsly. With her, lived a boy. He was pale and weak like a blooming flower in the early spring. He had chestnut colored hair and big hazel eyes that sparkled with interest as his mother told him stories. His name was Oliver. The stories were about Alice and her adventures in wonderland. "And then, she came across a man and his hare having a tea party. 'What are you doing?' she questioned. Then the man and his hare answered-""Mother?" Molly was awfully confused. "Yes dear?" "Does Wonderland exist?" Molly started to think. "It does if you believe in it, dear. Time for sleep!" Molly tucked her son in and after wishing him a good night, left. Little did he know that under the ground, deeper than he could imagine, a different girl was being tucked in with her pink and white rabbit. "Papa?" "Yes, my little cup of tea?" "What's earth like? Is it pretty? Is mama up there?" The little girl asking all of these questions was a healthy pinkish color and had wild curly reddish-brown hair. Her dark gold eyes looked up at her father, the old hatter with questioning. 'Daddy knows everything. Of course he would know.' "Uh…..I think it's pretty…..I don't know, teapot. Nighty night. Oh, remember, your mad hatter training starts tomorrow." This girl was the next mad hatter, the first girl hatter ever. These two lived in separate worlds never knowing that their paths would cross in the future.