CHAPTER THREE
At first, Jamie couldn't see because of the change in lighting, but once she got used to the light she could see a beautiful garden. This was an odd change in ambiance for her, for, she had just been tumbling down, down, down a rabbit hole deeper than you could ever imagine. At the sight of this immaculate garden her eyes grew large and her mouth drooped lower. She had almost completely forgotten about the strange remark made by the rabbit until he spoke again.
"My, my, Alice! What ever happened to your hair? Last time I saw you had a very different color..."
"Mr. Rabbit, um, what on earth are you talking about?"
"Oh, you always were the kidder Alice!" This caught her off guard and she snapped back into reality.
"Who is this 'Alice' that you keep speaking about? The only Alice I know is my grandmother Alice... But I sincerely doubt that she has any clue of… this... " The rabbit merely stared at her in disbelief, unsure whether this girl was playing around or if his Alice had truly for gotten."Hmm, I suppose we shall see whether or not you really are who you say you are! Shall we?" Then he stretched out his arm towards her. She took it, bewildered, still, at the rabbit's odd behavior, but took it anyways.
"Mr. Rabbit, sir, I don't believe we have been properly introduced! May I please ask you name?"
"I think I once had a name, but it has been so long... just call me Mr. Rabbit...just as you have."
"Well, 'Mr. Rabbit', I'm Jamie, and I am pleased to meet you!" Jamie giggled at the thought of meeting such a proper rabbit. "If you don't mind sir, how long has it been since you've had a name?" The Rabbit sighed.
"You know, young lady, it's been so long, I don't even remember how old I am!" Jamie thought that was odd. How could you be SO old that you don't even know your own birthday?
"Then I have one more question for you, sir. Where are you taking me?" By this time they were already out of the garden, walking arm in arm.
"Well, where do you think we are going, Alice?" Jamie huffed at being called Alice again, and for the first time she came to this place, she looked down at what she was wearing: A yellow tea dress that poofed out from the waist down (to the middle of her knees) with black lace around the sleeves and hem, black stockings that went to just below the knee, black shoes, and a black headband with yellow stripes. "Why," she said, "we seem to be going to a... a rather mad tea party!" She seemed quite proud of herself.