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Note: IT IS ALIVE! (I thought I better update this.)

The gravel pinched Amy's feet as she strode forward down the twisted dusty path, and the redhead couldn't help but wish that her shoes had shrunk with her. But hey, you can't always get what you want… Amy reasoned to herself silently.

Indeed, the girl had plenty of other distractions from her aching toes.

…like the fact that the flowers around the edge of the path were singing.

Yup. Singing.

In a five-part harmony, no less.

"All in the golden afternoon…. Come on, ladies! From your petals, don't let it go flat! Less bluebell, pleas-oh my….!" A commanding sunflower with kind, intelligent eyes peered out from under its yellow petals. Its delicate face wore an expression of pure surprise and shock, folding its dewy green leaves in horror.

Yeah. The singing flower was surprised by Amy.

"Um, hello? It's…nice to meet you…flowers…Ah, I'm Amy Pond," Amy said as politely as she could.

There was no need for her to be rude.

After all, she had seen far stranger things than talking flowers. Not to mention more dangerous.

A red rose let out a shriek of indignation, moving closer by wiggling its roots. "From a pond! Oh, get it away! Pond scum! Bottom dweller! This choir is for forest flowers only," the rose haughtily huffed, eyeing Amy with distaste.

"Excuse me! You are in no position to judge others, you… talking flower, you! And I'm from England, not a pond. I'm a Pond. It's my name." Amy folded her arms, striking a defiant pose.

She wasn't going to take abused from the likes of... of…. a flower!

She got enough of that from her Aunt, thank you very much!

"Oh, calm down, ladies. Calm down, calm down, I say!" the sunflower ordered mothering to her charges. Seeing a lack of listening among the frantic flowers, the sunflower narrowed her eyes menacingly.

"I say! You will act like proper ladies! Especially you, Rosy….unless you want that solo to be given to someone else…" the sunflower smiled triumphantly at the gasps of horror issuing from the soprano section. The red rose that had just insulted Amy nearly fainted.

"Ah, works every time… Why, hello, Amy from the Pond. It is very nice to meet your acquaintance. We are but a humble host of ladies who enjoy serenading the skies around us! But…I must say your petals are of very…interesting shape, my dear. Is your pond from far way?" the sunflower inquired politely, ignoring the dark looks of her companions.

"…yes…I am…a foreign flower…" Amy spoke slowly, not quite sure what to make of the flowers… who apparently could not tell that she was of a different species. Talk about thick, Amy thought to herself.

"Could you tell me, by the way, what this plac-", Amy halted her question, eyes growing wide at the sight in front of her.

A pair of bulging, yellow eyes hung near the branches of the willow tree high above her.

Just eyes.

Big, floating, glowing yellow eyes….without a body…

They… almost looked like…cat eyes…what? Amy breathed deeply, not taking her eyes off of the shape that was slowly forming.

A smile.

A huge, terrible, laughing, grin.

…and…a paw? A waving, purple, paw?

Amy stood stock still as slowly, limb–by- limb, a striped purple and pink feline appeared.

Yes, it was defiantly a ginning cat….thought Amy was fairly sure that cats weren't supposed to smile…or magically appear out of thin air….

Still smiling, the cat beckoned towards Amy, waving her forward with a paw.

Is….he telling me to…go with him? Amy thought, slightly confused.

The cat nodded its great stripped head at her. And winked one yellow eye conspiringly. Like it knew what she was thinking.

And just as he came, the cat faded away, until all that was left of him was that grin hanging like a crescent moon, held earth-bound by the branches of a willow tree.

Well. That just answered one question…

That was the Cheshire Cat.

….and she was officially in Wonderland.

Making a polite excuse to the flowers, Amy left, trailing after that laughing gin with a smile of her own that could only be described as giddy.

Because she was in the one place that she always wished she could go.

And not even the Doctor could stop her now.