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Tales of Symphonia/Alice in Wonderland Fanart Status:
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Disclaimer, foo: No own ToS or Alice in Wonderland I do. Le boo hoo. Stupid unintended rhyme!

Rather suddenly, Alice shot upward, much like a telescope. "Whoa!" she cried, looking down. "Goodbye, my poor feet!" (They were so far off, she couldn't see them, you know) "Poor dears, I won't be able to put on my socks and shoes anymore! You'll have to manage on your own!

"But I must take good care of them, she said to herself, "or they might not go where I want them to. I'll send them a new pair of shoes every Christmas...oh dear, what am I talking about?"

Just then she bumped her head on the ceiling of the hall, now about nine feet tall. She could reach the key now, but all she could do was look into the garden with one eye, which was rather discouraging. So much, in fact, she began to cry.

"You ought to be ashamed of yourself! Big girl like you crying like that," she scolded herself. "Stop at once!"

Such a brutal scolding only made her cry more. She shed gallons and gallons of tears, until they formed a pool about four inches deep and halfway across the hall.

Presently, a pitter-patter of feet announced Genis' arrival. He was splendidly dressed, with a pair of white kid gloves in one hand and a large fan in the other. As he ran, he gasped "Oh! The Duchess, the Duchess! Oh, won't she be furious if I've kept her waiting!"

Sheena was relieved to see a familiar face, and by now desperate enough to ask anyone's help. "Hey..." she began quietly.

The Rabbit leaped a few feet, dropped what he was holding and ran as fast as he could down the hall.

Sheena took the fan and gloves sadly and fanned herself as she spoke (as the room was very hot, you see) "My! How strange everything is today! And yesterday things went on as normal. Have I changed in the night? Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning? I think I remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, who am I?"

As she thought about just who she could be, she reviewed a few lessons to see if she still knew all she used to know.

"Let's see: four times five is twelve, and four times six is thirteen, and four times seven is-man, I'll never get to twenty at that rate! Well, let's try Geography: London is the capital of Paris, and Paris is the capital of Rome, and Rome-no, that's all wrong, I'm sure of it! I'll try and say 'How doth the little'..." She cleared her throat and recited:

"How doth the little crocodile
Improve his shining tail,
And pour the waters of the Nile
On every golden scale!

How cheerfully he seems to grin,
How neatly spread his claws,
And welcome little fishes in
With gently smiling jaws!

I'm sure that's not right!" said the poor girl. "Oh, I wish someone would come along, I'm so tired of being all alone here!"

She looked down at her hands, surprised to see she had put on one of the little white kid gloves while she was talking. "How did that happen? I must be shrinking again." When she compared herself to the table, she found herself to be about two feet high and still going. She soon discovered it was the fan she was holding that was causing this, and quickly dropped it to avoid shrinking away altogether.

"That was close!" gasped Alice, frightened by the sudden change but glad to still be in existence. "And now, to the garden!"

But alas! The door was shut, the key back on the table, "and things are worse than ever," thought the miserable girl, "for I was never this small, ever! And it's just too bad!"

As she spoke she slipped and landed chin-deep in salt water. At first she thought she was in the sea, but she realized she was in the pool she cried when she was nine feet tall.

"D'oh, I wish I hadn't cried so much!" Sheena fretted, trying to find a way out. "Oh, I'm in for it now, drowning in my own tears. That would be strange, but everything's strange today."

Just then she heard something splash about in the distance. As she swam near it, she guessed it might be a walrus or a hippopotamus, but then she remembered she shrank, and she soon made out that it was only a mouse that had slipped in like herself.

Should I try talking to this mouse? Alice thought. Well, everything is so strange today, it probably can.

"Oh Mouse!" she called out. The Mouse turned and blinked a few times, but it said nothing.

Maybe it doesn't understand English. It might be a French mouse, which came over with William the Conqueror, thought Alice.

"Où est mon chat?" she said to the mouse, as it was the first French sentence she could remember. The Mouse leaped into the air, quivering with fear. "Oh, pardon! I forgot you didn't like cats."

"Not like cats?" the Mouse shrieked. "Would you like cats if you were me?'"

"Well, no, maybe not," said Alice in a soothing tone, "don't be angry about it. I wish I could show you our cat Corrine, I think you'd like cats if you could only see him. He is such a dear little thing," she went on, half to herself as she recalled her dear pet, "and he sits purring so nicely by the fire, licking his paws and washing his face...so soft and furry...and he's capital at catching mice-oh, dear!" cried Alice again, for this time the Mouse was bristling all over. "We won't talk about him any more if you'd rather not."

"Yes indeed!" cried the Mouse, who was trembling down to the end of his tail. "As if I would talk about that! Our family always hated cats: nasty, low, vulgar things! Don't let me hear anything of the sort again!"

"I won't," she said. "Are you...are you fond, of, of dogs?" The Mouse did not answer, so she went on eagerly: "Oh, there is such a nice little dog near our house! A little bright-eyed terrier, you know, with oh, such long curly brown hair! It'll fetch things when you throw them, and it'll sit up and beg for its dinner, and all sorts of things, I can't remember half of them...it belongs to a farmer, you know, and he says it's so useful, worth a hundred pounds! He says it kills all the rats and-oh dear!' she worried. I've offended it again! For the Mouse was swimming away from her as fast as it could, squeaking fearfully.

She called softly after it, "Mouse dear! Please come back, we won't talk about cats or dogs if you don't like them!"

When the Mouse heard this, it turned around and swam slowly back to her. Its face was quite pale and it said in a low trembling voice, "Let's get to shore, and I'll tell you my story, and you'll understand why I hate cats and dogs."

It was very much time to go, for the pool was getting quite crowded with the birds and animals that had fallen into it. There was a duck and a dodo, who looked rather familiar, a lory and an eaglet, and several other curious creatures.

Sheena led the way as the whole party swam to the shore.