Chapter 2: Lost Hopes and New Things

Iggy stood there in his now shrunken size while shaking to himself. How the hell, and why the hell did he get himself in such a shitty situation anyone? He knew that he shouldn't have eaten that crumpet, but his British instinct only led him to want to taste the delicious pastry. Now, he had screwed himself over. He was too short to even reach the table, let alone be able to climb the table. What was he to do? He had to get back to his regular size, but how was he to do that?

He had absentmindedly reached into his pocket, and he soon felt something metallic in his hand. 'What's this?' He gripped onto the small metallic-thing, and pulled it out. To his surprise, it was a golden key...A key... Arthur's first thoughts were that this might belong to one of the doors of the hall; but, sadly, either the locks were too large, or the key was too small, but at any rate it would not open any of them. However, as he walked around the weird room, he came upon a low curtain he had not noticed before, and behind it was a little door about fifteen inches high: he tried the little golden key in the lock, and, to his surprise, it was a perfect fit!

"Finally!" He said, and immediately opened the door. He was greeted by the sight of a narrow passage. He wished that he could get out of this, and to the garden so that he could wander about among those beds of bright flowers and those cool fountains, but he could not even get his head through the doorway

" Even if my head could get through this passage," said the now irritated Arthur, "it would be of very little use without my shoulders.

There was no use in trying to fit through the door, so he walked his way back to the table while hoping that he could find another key, or even a rule book that might help him out. Instead, he found a cup of tea that was labelled with 'Drink Me.' Being the tea lover he was, he could help but to reach and take the cup before sipping from it. After awhile, he had noticed that the cup of tea did nothing. It didn't cause him to grow taller, nor did it cause him to grow shorter. He had decided to go back to the garden, that he found, but sadly when he arrived at the door, he found he had forgotten the little golden key, and when he went back to the table for it, he found she could not possibly reach it: He could see it quite plainly through the glass, and he tried his best climb up one of the legs of the table, but it was too slippery; and when he managed to tire himself out from trying, the poor little thing sat down and sulked.

"D-Dammit...I-I'll never leave. Curse you Flying Mint Bunny." He grumbled, then began to look up at the far ceiling, "There's no need to put yourself down like this. You'll find a way out...Yeah, of course! As a former pirate, I should know how to get myself out of tricky situations like this!"

Soon, he noticed a glass box filled with individual chocolates, and this peaked his curiosity. The glass box was labelled with 'Eat Me.' Suspicious of this box, he began to examine it to find that there was nothing wrong. So, without any further warning, he took a bite of one of the chocolates. "Did I grow tall yet?" He asked as he placed a hand on top of his head to see if he grew, but, alas, he remained the same height. Irritated, he sat down on the floor and began to devour the small box of chocolate out of grief and the utter thought of never being able to leave.