Author's Note: If you haven't guessed, Lewis Carroll was the original author of Alice in Wonderland, and the other Alice books. I give him full credit for the characters used in the story (and Wonderland). I only slightly changed the characters and the storyline. Sorry Lewis.

Love,

The Shaaa.

I sit in its mushroom fields,

I see the giant mushrooms tower above.

Shading me from the sun's rays,

And the blue skies I know of.

The people here,

Are some-what deranged.

They always seem,

Much better than people I'm used to see.

My companions,

Are just a tad queer.

A Hatter, a mouse, a rabbit of March,

And sweet Alice of this dream.

This odd land,

This Wonderland.

Filled with the dreams of children,

Gifted with Alice's time.

Chapter One: The Fall, the Cat, and the Mushroom Fields.

I sat upon the dew grazed grass, staring off into the infinite boundaries before me. Giving off a heavy sigh I grew weary of such silences, so I stood, and dusted off the loose earthy articles that were clinging to me. I then stretched my arms out and gave a loud yawn. I suppose I noticed something strange then; though it did not catch my eye before, but I saw this rabbit. Just and ordinary white rabbit nothing unusual, yet, I was somehow compelled to follow this particular creature. So I followed this rabbit; I followed it through the woods until I grew tired and sore.

"Damn this bothersome creature. I feel as if it is leading me to my grave," I said angrily and sat down upon a nearby log. I began to lean back slightly and carefully placed my hands on the back of my head. I closed my eyes and suddenly slid off the back of the log. I braced myself for hitting the ground because I thought it would be there, because I thought it would catch me. Funny how things change, instead of hitting the ground I continued to fall. It seemed as if I had fallen off the edge of the world, it felt as if there would be no end. I opened my eyes and looked about and all was black, pitch black, with the only thing ahead of me being a small door. Soon enough it was no longer ahead of me, but right against me. I turned the small shiny doorknob and opened the door. It sucked me in and slammed itself behind my entrance. I sighed; I seemed to still be falling; yet somehow this time it was different. This time instead of cold silence and infinite darkness, there was but the chiming of a myriad of clocks. The clock themselves, different styles, shapes, colors, and sizes with different chimes and different times seemed also to be falling. I was somehow falling down and they were falling up, up into the door above where they shattered into nothing. I looked back ahead again and saw only a bright light.

"Oh joy, I'm dead," I said with my melancholy tone. I then smiled, closed my eyes, and embraced the light before me. I felt a rush go through me, a cold rush, but a rush none-the-less. I continued to fall through the light, until I slammed against something with a thud. I opened my eyes, and everything I saw seemed a dark shade of purple. I looked up and saw towering mushrooms above me with a particularly odd character sitting upon one.

"Hey you!" I yelled, "Hey you, up there on the mushroom!"

The character looked down upon me, gave a slight grin and slid off. He landed right beside me and I got a better view. He seemed to be cat-like with his furry pointed ears, and the swishing pink and purple bushy tail coming from his rear. I gave a laugh at his odd attire, him wearing fishnet stockings and pantaloons. His loose dress shirt and pointed shoes also seemed just a tad curious.

But no matter what he wore that grin, and what an interesting grin it was. So wide and cunning with sharp white teeth made him seem even more an enigma to me.

"What business do you have to call upon the Cheshire cat?" he asked me still wearing that ridiculous grin.

"I would like to inquire about where I am, I seemed to be lost and out of place," I replied with a quick glance about.

"You? Out of place, I think not! You're in Wonderland and you might fit in quite nicely here." He said still with his grin.

"Wonderland?" I asked and looked about. It did seem unnatural and more-or-less every drugged up child's fantasy. "Wait…" I paused "What did you mean when you said I'll fit in nicely here?"

He laughed. "Well my hippy friend, look upon your-self in the glass I hold in my hands," he said and held out his hands. Balanced nicely between his palms was a small looking glass rimmed with silver. I leaned forward slightly and looked into it. What looked back was not what I remember seeing when I awoke that morning. It was still I yet different in some ways. My hair was in dirty dreadlocks and my eyes had somehow been mysteriously shaded with a pair of round-rimmed glasses with purple tinted lenses. I looked down as well to come upon the new garb that, was of now, draping my body. My pants remained as they were long and faded blue, but my shoes had disappeared and my shirt had misplaced its sleeves, gained a mixture of psychedelic color, and grew to hang at the knees.

Suddenly I began to laugh and with such joys, fell back upon my bottom. "This is new, just so new to me," I said wiping away the tears of such laughter and glee.

"Well you'll have many new experiences here, but I must take my leave of you. May I suggest you head east; there, new friends you are bound to meet," he said and with a snap of his fingers, he disappeared. I blinked and picked myself up off the ground.

"East, eh? Well I suppose no harm could come of such journeys." I said and look towards the east. I smiled and began my trek into the unknown before me.