I don't own anything. This isn't my sand box, though I'm building extra castles...
She was falling, falling, falling, forever and always…until she wasn't. Alice opened her eyes wearily. She was in a wood, but it didn't seem to be the one behind her house. She tried sitting up, but her head began to throb so terribly that she lay back down. Strange chirping noises of unfamiliar bugs echoed from all around the surrounding trees (that grew so tall Alice could not even make out the tops of them!). The air was thick and the grass beneath her felt wet, as if it had only just stopped raining. Alice tried for the life of her to figure out what had happened, but there was just no explanation. If she had been on her roof only a moment ago, how could she have ended up in this forest? Suddenly there was a snapping of twigs, and Alice decided it would be best to lie very still so as to not attract unwanted attention. After all, what if it was a lion? But it was not a lion, nor any sort of beast, that stepped into the clearing. It was nothing more than a little white rabbit. Granted, it was strange that the animal was wearing a little grey waste coat, along with wire rimed spectacles, but Alice was so terribly happy that it was not a monster.
"Will you won't you, will you won't you." It muttered to itself. The rabbit seemed much to preoccupied with the gold pocket watch he was staring at to notice little Alice laying on the forest floor.
"Oh Mr. Rabbit!" She called. The rabbit looked up at Alice as if not really seeing her, and then back down at his watch.
"Darn it it's stopped again!" He shook the watch with both hands. "Just got it too." He said between violent shakes. "Why, it was an un-birthday present."
"I'm sorry to hear that." Alice said, though she hadn't the faintest idea what an un-birthday was. The little rabbit looked up again and, really seeing Alice for the first time, shirked and dropped his watch, so that it hung sadly at his side.
"Wha! Puh! Haaah!" He spluttered.
Alice ignored his stunned reaction. "My name is Alice, Sir, and I was wondering if there might be an infirmary for sick people close by? You see I hit my head when I fell and now I simply ache to badly to get up. I only hope I did not hit my head to hard now, because I've woken up in a strange forest and I'm not sure how I've come to be here. Then again, I must have hit my head very hard if I am talking to a rabbit right now, and he can answer me." The rabbit merely stared its round black eyes at her, his little mouth open in astonishment. "In which case," Alice concluded, "I must then assume then that I am ultimately wholly mad."
There was silence for a minute, and then, "MONSTER!" The rabbit yelled, running back and forth.
"Oh dear." Alice sighed worriedly. "No, I am not a monster Mr. Rabbit. Please!"
In his eagerness to get away from Alice, the white rabbit ran head long into her leg. "NO! HELP!" He cried, jumping back to his feet. "Here monster, TAKE THAT! Not me, not poor little old me." He produced a rather fat looking carrot from his pocket and threw it at Alice. It hit her on the nose before the rabbit hopped back into the woods and out of view. Alice lay on her back still, now red in the face and with a new bruise forming on the tip of her nose.
"Oh how dreadful." She said angrily. What an unhappy rabbit! "Well, I suppose there is nothing left for me to do…." And with that, she picked up the carrot and took a bite. The pain in her body was immediately alleviated. "My word!" Alice exclaimed, finally gaining the ability to stand on her feet. Once she had, she realized how dirty her clothes were. Mud splattered her blue dress and her stockings were torn to shreds. How was any of this possible? She could only think of one answer. "I MUST be dreaming." Alice said aloud, as if hearing it would cause her to wake up.
"Oh, I don't doubt it." Said a second voice. Alice whipped around to see a purple stripped cat sitting in a tree.
"You gave me quite a fright!" Alice said. The cat watched her with big yellow eyes.
"So did you to me."
Frowning, she replied, "But how did I? You are the one who snuck up on me."
The puss reached up to his thick black eye brows and took the left one down. "But it was you who fell in on me." He said nonchalantly, smoothing out the little hairs and then replacing his brow.
"Well I didn't mean too." Alice said heatedly.
"You did too." The cat said.
Alice felt her face turn red. "Well this is MY dream, and I say I didn't!" She said curtly.
The cat laughed, its tong lolling out of its mouth. The sight was quite mad. "Just because this is in your head doesn't mean it's not real."
Not sure how to respond to that, Alice tried, "Could you point me in the direction of a town, Sir Cat?"
The cat's grinned spread from ear to ear. "Oh, I am not just any old cat. Surly you remember the Cheshire, Alice?"
Surprised, Alice gawked.
"Ah." The Cheshire cat sighed. "I was afraid you wouldn't remember. The direction you'd like to be heading in is that one." He pointed to a sign that appeared on the tree branch bellow. 'The Mad Hatter'had been cut crudely into the wood.
Alice frowned. "But I don't want to go about mad people!"
The cat had vanished but his voice still rang out, "But what did you say only a few minutes ago? 'I must then assume then that I am ultimately wholly mad.'"
Curiouser and curiouser, thought Alice.
