Mad as a Hatter
Down the rabbit hole
Down the rabbit hole, Annie fell.
Further and further it went, the hole that seemed to have no end.
"How peculiar!" She exclaimed. And in fact it was a rather peculiar rabbit hole. "Now what would a rabbit do with an old grandfather's clock?" Annie wondered staring at the old clock floating upside down.
"Can rabbits even tell the time?" She asked herself again. " 'Oh dearest Mary! Do tell me the time, we might be late for tea with mother and father!' " Annie did an impression and she laughed.
"How peculiar!" She exclaimed once more. There were objects flying and drifting lazily in the air. Old rocking chairs, and desks and plants and a whole bunch of funny things passed by Annie.
"How ever will I get back up?" She looked back but couldn't see the small hole where she fell. "I hope they save some cake for me." She crossed her arms grumbling. It all seemed to be a dream, yet not a dream.
Do you understand? Well its not something you can easily put into words, unless you fall down in slow motion towards the center of the earth yourself.
"I feel like I will have reached the center of the earth by this point." Annie put a finger to her chin. She was floating with her legs together. (Much like standing up while falling down) Now that I think about it, she did look very much like Mary Poppins. (Without the dark black umbrella) She hit a key on a very grand looking piano. It made a funny little trill.
An inkbottle was suspended in mid air; the ink seemed to freeze as it spilled out of the bottle. Annie has a sudden itch. She picked a quill from one of the shelves and on a piece of parchment she began:
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!
This was by far, her favorite limerick. She recalled one hot summer day when her mother and she were sitting by the river. Alice recited this poem and in the end she saw her little Annie giggling.
Not at all surprising, Annie saw the words flying away and they did a little dance around her. "How peculiar!" She exclaimed once again.
Her eyes landed on a vanity closet floating down much faster than she. Annie couldn't help but giggle. "That closet reminded me very much of the closet in the home of grandmother. Oh how mother always hated being told to sit in front of it!" She imagined Alice sitting down with a sour expression on her face and grandmother trying to brush the curls out of her tangled hair.
Her mind wandered about, shifting every now and then. "Now that I think about it, where is Mary?" she looked around.
The hole was dim and changed its colour every few minutes. As if the hole was alive. It seemed very mysterious yet inviting. "Mary! Mary! Where are you?" She called below. She has been floating for what seemed like hours, when in reality it hasn't been 5 minutes.
Suddenly, there was a great pull and Annie instinctively pulled her dress down. Like a vacuum, Annie was dragged and jerked down faster. Strangely though, nothing else followed.
Annie did not find the voice to scream so instead she composed a short message to mother and father.
Oh mother and father. How I will miss you! If you do happen to fall down this hall I hope you remember to bring an umbrella, it should stop you from ending up a splatter on the floor.
Philip! Dear brother I hope you study hard and try and be nice to Charlie when I've gone! Don't forget to give him treacle tart after dinner!
As sudden as the fall, she stopped and fell with a thud on a black and white floor.
She stood up and looked about. "How peculiar." She whispered.
There was no particular reason for whispering. It just seemed right. Much like how you are told not to yell at church. Though there are no grumpy old ladies with fingers to their thick red lips.
It was a circular room with doors of all sizes around her. Once she looked around and thought, "How I'd very much like to return and have a slice of my cake." She felt her stomach rumbling moaning and telling her to feed him. "Oh hush you! We need to find a way to get out of this room." She looked down at her stomach and scolded it. But the stomach did not back down easily: it grumbled louder and Annie sighed.
"At least my feet are more reasonable." She looked down fondly at her black shoes and white socks. "They don't complain when I walk or stand."
The stomach protested again. Annie held her tummy. "I know." Her eyes spotted a circular glass table in the center of the room. "How peculiar." She picked up a small key that certainly wasn't there before. Annie looked around.
Doors of every sizes and every size of locks. The key seemed like one of the keys from her dollhouse. It was gold and had a strange design on it. "Well." Annie stood in front of the nearest door. "Its worth a try." She inserted the key into the door and turned it. Locked.
She tried the next door. And the next. And the one after that. And the one after that.
It almost seemed to open. But alas! None of the doors would give in.
She pleaded with the door to open, she knocked very gently and sweetly, she said in a very stern voice "Open." Annie tried everything, but it just wouldn't open. None of them would.
And now after circling the room twice, thrice and the fourth time around, she noticed a black curtain that had not been there before. Annie (with her intense curiosity) drew the curtains and a small doll sized door was there. Annie's eyes flashed with excitement. She held the key and inserted it in. She turned the key and heard a click. Perfect!
Annie bent down to peak through the door. Between her two bright blue eyes, only one was able to see through. She shut the left with her hand and saw the loveliest garden she's ever seen. "How lovely! It looks so peaceful there!" All thought of hunger and the desire to return home was forgotten.
"Oh Mary!" Annie spotted someone with a very fluffy white tail. Mary was indeed in the garden. She was sleeping soundly, curled amidst the beautiful flowerbeds with butterflies fluttering around her. Mary opened one eye of her curious red eyes and winked at Annie.
Annie sat up with surprise, rubbed her eyes and looked back. Mary was back asleep, both eyes closed. Annie was quite sure that rabbits couldn't wink. "Oh this hunger pangs are making me see things." Annie held her stomach and looked longingly at the garden.
"How I'd wish to be there." She sighed and looked around, as if the answer would magically appear out of nowhere. "But how do I make myself shrink, even my hands can't fit through the door." She told herself sadly. Annie stood up to keep herself from crying. "Now Annie. Now is definitely not the time to cry!"
Once before Annie found herself falling down the rabbit hole without the slightest idea how to get out, Alice found her daughter crying alone in a small room. Alice rushed in and asked her what was wrong. Annie replied, "Oh mummy! I stole a doll from myself and I don't remember where I put it!"
Normal people would probably wonder if she was just kidding. But Alice stroked her hair and waited for her daughter to stop crying. Once the tears ceased, Alice asked if Annie would need help looking for her dear doll Molly.
Annie turned her attention to the present issue.
She looked again and saw the circular table with a small bottle that read 'Drink Me'
Author's Note
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