as Isabela and Luisa searched for there sister Mirabel darling called time to come out but no answer came come on Mirabel this isnt funny Isabela called but still no answer Luisa any luck she didnt return home and mother said she hasnt seen her all morning or afternoon this isnt like her Isabela thought do you think something bad happened to her Isabela continued searching the yard but nothing just then then Isabela saw a white rabbit There was nothing so very remarkable in that; nor did Isabela think it so very much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, "Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!" (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually took a watch out of its waistcoat-pocket, and looked at it, and then hurried on Isabela grabbed her dress and started to her feet after it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with questions in her mind , she ran across the field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge.
In another moment down went JO after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.
no Isa Mirabel called but the tree pulled her back and sat her at a table time for you to eat the tree pulled out a spoon full of glowing nector Mirabel coughed you had a long day said the tree now you can sleep but Im not tired Mirabel argued the tree put another spoonful of nectar in Mirabels mouth so tired Mirabel said landing in a bed bu but this bed is so comfy Mirabel said yawning. i have your clothes with me so dont you worry a hair on your head soon you and your sisters will be reunited here in my home said the tree taking of Mirabels glasses and putting them on a nightstand next to her bed(this tree will serve as the crossovers antagonist once all of Mirabels sisters get there fanfictions done)
lets see how Isabela's doing shall we. The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that meg had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down a very deep well. either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to wonder what was going to happen next. First, she tried to look down and make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything; then she looked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were filled with cupboards and book-shelves; here and there she saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. She took down a jar from one of the shelves as she passed; it was labelled "STRAWBERRY MARMALADE", but to her great disappointment it was empty: she did not like to drop the jar for fear of killing somebody underneath, so managed to put it into one of the cupboards as she fell past it.
"Well!" thought Isabela to herself, "after such a fall as this, I shall think nothing of tumbling down stairs! How brave they'll all think me at home! Why, I wouldn't say anything about it, even if I fell off the top of the house!" (Which was very likely true.)
Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end? "I wonder how many miles I've fallen by this time?" she said aloud. "I must be getting somewhere near the centrer of the earth. Let me see: that would be four thousand miles down, I think—" (for, you see, meg had learnt several things of this sort in her lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a very good opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there was no one to listen to her, still it was good practice to say it over) "—yes, that's about the right distance—but then I wonder what Latitude or Longitude I've got to?" (meg had no idea what Latitude was, or Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words to say.)
Presently she began again. "I wonder if I shall fall right through the earth! How funny it'll seem to come out among the people that walk with their heads downward! The Antipathies, I think—" (she was rather glad there was no one listening, this time, as it didn't sound at all the right word) "—but I shall have to ask them what the name of the country is, you know. Please, Ma'am, is this New Zealand or Australia?" (and she tried to curtsey as she spoke—fancy curtseying as you're falling through the air! Do you think you could manage it?) "And what an ignorant little girl she'll think me for asking! No, it'll never do to ask: perhaps I shall see it written up somewhere." when suddenly,
just then she saw a dresser that came to life and pulled her inside and began to properly dress her starting by removing her earings and flowers from her hair hey you will have these returned once your dressed i told your sister mira something youve seen Mirabel Isabela asked no i have not im afraid binding Isabela to a wall and removing her lilac, frilled and layered dress hey i need that you dont not on the dress code said the dresser ting one of the layers on her waist to make a extra petticoat then the dresser pulled out cerulean and light blue short-sleeved knee-length white skirted dress, with a white pinafore apron on top. ahh let go of me Isabela grunted not until your your dressed the dresser replied then turned Isabela around and tied the apron and put a white corset, and white petticoat, underneath the skirt and a pair of white tights, but keeping 1 layer the way the it was, and tied a matching lace around her apron the dresser then put her earings and flowers back on her hair and quickly Isabela grabbed a bag from inside her new pinafores pocket and put the remains of her lilac, frilled and layered dress decorated and the dresser unlatched her and then thump! thump! down she came upon a heap of sticks and dry leaves, and the fall was over.
Isabela was'nt a bit hurt, and she jumped up on to her feet in a moment: she looked up, but it was all dark overhead; before her was another long passage, and the White Rabbit was still in sight, hurrying down it. There was not a moment to be lost: away went meg like the wind, and was just in time to hear it say, as it turned a corner, "Oh my ears and whiskers, how late it's getting!"
" Wait mr rabbit where have hid my younger sister Mirabel " Isabela called out 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 meg 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 Isabela'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!
Isabela 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 thats where my yonger sister Mirabel is to agh rrr Isabela grunted oh drat even if my head would go through," thought poor Isabela, "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 Isabela had begun to think that very few things indeed were really impossible.
then Isabela noticed she was standing in something puddles of tears not freshly cried but drying up Mirabel couldnt have cried these shes never cried a tear in her life not since she was 2 but seing something else Mirabel's hankie she would never drop this besides Dolores the clumsy cossin to herself Mirabel's the curious one in our family. 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 Isabela) and round the neck of the bottle was a paper label, with the words "DRINK ME," beautifully printed on it in large letters. (note the bottle will be refilled for each of these sisters) It was all very well to say "Drink me," but the wise little Isabela haah im not going to drink you in a big rush and hurry to find my sister."No, I'll look first," she said, "and see whether you're marked 'poison' or not"; for she had read several nice little histories 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 Isabela 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 very soon finished it off.
What a curious feeling!" said Isabela; "I must be shutting up like a telescope."
And so it was indeed: she was now only ten inches high, and 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 meg 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 meg! 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 Isabela your not 2 years old your 20 Isabela said 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
Soon her eye fell on a little glass box that was lying under the table: she opened it, and found in it a very small cake, on which the words "EAT ME" were beautifully marked in currants OF icing er er well im a bit hungry oh the heck I'll eat it," said Isabela, "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 find my younger sister so i really don't care which happens!"