she looked up, but it was all dark overhead; before her was another long passage, and angel was still in sight, hurrying down it. There was not a moment to be lost: away went twilight like the wind, and was just in time to hear angel say, a1s it turned a corner, "Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it's getting!" if you dont mind im looking for my friend shes a purple alicorn She calld rarity was close behind it when she turned the corner, but the Rabbit was no longer to be seen: she found herself in a long, low hall, which was lit up by a row of lamps hanging from the roof.

There were doors all round the hall, but they were all locked; and when rarity had been all the way down one side and up the other, trying every door, she walked sadly down the middle, wondering how she was ever to get out again.

Suddenly she came upon a little three-legged table, all made of solid glass; there was nothing on it except a tiny golden key, and rarity's first thought was that it might belong to one of the doors of the hall; but, alas! either the locks were too large, or the key was too small, but at any rate it would not open any of them. However, on the second time round, she came upon a low curtain she had not noticed before, and behind it was a little door about fifteen inches high: she tried the little golden key in the lock, and to her great delight it fitted!

rarity opened the door and found that it led into a small passage, not much larger than a rat-hole: she knelt down and looked along the passage into the loveliest garden you ever saw. How she longed to get out of that dark hall, and wander about among those beds of bright flowers and those cool fountains, but she could not even get her head through the doorway; "and even if my head would go through," thought poor rarity, "it would be of very little use without my shoulders. Oh, how I wish I could shut up like a telescope! I think I could, if I only knew how to begin." For, you see, so many out-of-the-way things had happened lately, that rarity had begun to think that very few things indeed were really impossible.

There seemed to be no use in waiting by the little door, so she went back to the table, half hoping she might find another key on it, or at any rate a book of rules for shutting people up like telescopes: this time she found a little bottle on it, ("which certainly was not here before," said rarity ,) and round the neck of the bottle was a paper label, with the words "DRINK ME," beautifully printed on it in large letters.

It was all very well to say "Drink me," but the wise rarity was not going to do that in a hurry. "No, I'll look first," she said, "and see whether it's marked 'poison or not"; for she had read several nice little fairy tales about children who had got burnt, and eaten up by wild beasts and other unpleasant things, all because they would not remember the simple rules their friends had taught them: such as, that a red-hot poker will burn you if you hold it too long; and that if you cut your finger very deeply with a knife, it usually bleeds; and she had never forgotten that, if you drink much from a bottle marked "poison," it is almost certain to disagree with you, sooner or later.

However, this bottle was not marked "poison," so rarity ventured to taste it, and finding it very nice, (it had, in fact, a sort of mixed flavour of cherry-tart, custard, pine-apple, roast turkey, toffee, and hot buttered toast,) she only drank 1/2. when suddenly "What a curious feeling!" said rarity; "I must be shutting up like a telescope."

And so it was indeed: she was now only ten inches high, and rarity noticed she was in the the dress she designed for fassion week no raity cried then saw something a cerulean and light purple short-sleeved knee-length white skirted dress, with a white pinafore apron on top her cutie mark stiched on the aprons pocket looking under the purple skirt to notice several layers of dark blue and white petticoats keeping her skirt fluffy and pair of dark purple tights, and frilly white knee-length pantalettes with her cutie mark aswell how lovely rarity exclamed affter she got dressed she noticed she was b=no only ten inches high something she never noticed when she was in her overlarged dress and then her face brightened up at the thought that she was now the right size for going through the little door into that lovely garden. First, however, she waited for a few minutes to see if she was going to shrink any further: she felt a little nervous about this; "for it might end, you know," said rarity to herself, "in my going out altogether, like a candle. I wonder what I should be like then?" And she tried to fancy what the flame of a candle is like after the candle is blown out, for she could not remember ever having seen such a thing.

After a while, finding that nothing more happened, she decided on going into the garden at once; but, alas for poor Alice! when she got to the door, she found she had forgotten the little golden key, and when she went back to the table for it, she found she could not possibly reach it: she could see it quite plainly through the glass, and she tried her best to climb up one of the legs of the table, but it was too slippery; and when she had tired herself out with trying, the poor little thing sat down and cried.

"Come, there's no use in crying like that!" said rarity to herself, rather sharply; "I advise you to leave off this minute!" She generally gave herself very good advice, (though she very seldom followed it), and sometimes she scolded herself so severely as to bring tears into her eyes; and once she remembered trying to jar her own ears for having gotten a dress ripped for fasion week she had desighned herself of course. pony was very fond of pretending to be two people. "But it's no use now," thought poor rarity, "to pretend to be two people! Why, there's hardly enough of me left to make one respectable person!"

She stayed there for a bit until a small glass box under the table caught her eye. Inside it was a very small cupcake with 'EAT ME' written upon it with icing.

"Honestly, what's the worst that could happen? If it makes me and if it makes me grow larger, I can reach the key; and if it makes me grow smaller, I can creep under the door; so either way I'll get into the garden, and I don't care which happens

She ate a little bit, and said anxiously to herself, "Which way? Which way?", holding her hoof on the top of her head to feel which way it was growing, and she was quite surprised to find that she remained the same size: to be sure, this generally happens when one eats cake, but twilight had got so much into the way of expecting nothing but out-of-the-way things to happen, that it seemed quite dull and stupid for life to go on in the common way.

So she set to work, and very soon finished off the cupcake.
to be continued