Off to see the mad! Hatter, that is!

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Alice continued to walk through the labyrinth alone until she came upon an open field. There, in the center of the field was the green-skinned woman.
"How are you getting along?" she asked.
"As fine as I'll ever be, going it alone," Alice replied. The woman waved the comment off.
"All the sacrifices of a queen," she told Alice.
"Who are you?" Alice asked.
"I'm Elphaba, but I'm known as the Wicked Witch of the West," Elphaba said, "so, what is your choice?"
"My choice?" Alice wondered.
"Which mad are you to endure? The March Hare or the Hatter?" Elphaba questioned.
"It all depends on the madness," Alice said. Elphaba shrugged.
"Why don't we just make this simple. You keep walking and come upon the one who is least mad," Elphaba told her.
"But that doesn't make any sense," Alice complained.
"Of course not," Elphaba said as she snapped her fingers and disappeared.
"None of these people are ANY help," Alice pouted to no one. Alice looked back to where the labyrinth should've been. To her surprise, the grey cinderblock walls were gone! She decided she should journey forward. There were no longer any walls, meaning right and left were not concrete options. She had been walking for an awful long time before she came upon a field of poppies.
"Come on Tin Man! We have to get these two out of here!" A straw man remarked. Alice couldn't believe her eyes! There, in front of her, was a man made completely out of straw and another man made complete out of metal.
"Excuse me!" Alice called, "do you think you could help me?" The two men looked up.
"Who are you?" The Tin Man asked.
"Now why does everything come back to that question," Alice muttered, "my name is Alice. Do you know which square this is?"
"The fourth square," a sleepy voice said from the wheat field to Alice's right.
"Oh, never mind, Gentlemen. I believe I have found someone to help me," Alice told the two men. They shrugged and continued to attempt to lift a lion and another girl. Alice pulled the wheat back to reveal a makeshift tea party. Sitting at the table was a March Hare, a Hatter, and the Dormouse that had told Alice which square she was currently in.

"Sraeb dna, sregit, noiL eht,
Emalf eht fo raef on evah,
Warts fo nam eht tub,
Emahs a htrow raef a sah,
Parcs eb nac nam a fo nit eht sa,
Kcab teg reven yam lrig mraf elittl eht.

Ezam a hgourht slevart ehs,
Tsol neeb sah tahw dnif ot,
Emalb eht dloh dluohs ehs hguoht,
Tsoc eht yap ton ll'ehs.

Su ot semoc tsal eht,
Serauqs hguorht yaw reh dnif ot,
Si ehs tsol hguoht,
Seral eht dnif ll'ehs,
Peek ot luos reh,
Paer ot luos reh!"

The March Hare and Hatter belted out the poem.
"What was that?" Alice inquired.
"What was what?" asked the March Hare.
"That poem!" Alice insisted.
"Nothing!' the Hatter told her.
"Absolutely nothing," the March Hare agreed.
"Well it MUST be something," Alice told them.
"Nope," the March Hare said.
"Gone like smoke!" the Hatter concurred. Alice stepped forward to sit at one of the empty seats. She was tired and could use some tea.
"No room! No room!" the two yelled.
"There's plenty of room," Alice said haughtily, "there are only three of you and many more places set."
"Why is a raven like a writing desk?" the Hatter asked.
"I do love riddles! I can guess that," Alice said as she brightened.
"Do you mean to say you can find the answer to it?" the March Hare asked.
"Of course," Alice told him in a confused manner. Isn't that what she just said?
"Then you should say what you mean!" the March Hare exclaimed.
"SWITCH!" the Hatter shouted all of a sudden. He even ended up pulling Alice around to the next chair.
"Have some more tea," the March Hare told her.
"I've had none yet, so I can't take more," Alice said.
"You mean you can't take LESS. It's quite easy to take more than nothing," the Hatter explained. There was a long pause as the March Hare poured, and poured, and CONTINUED to pour tea into Alice's overflowing cup.
"You're getting tea all over!" Alice exclaimed.
"It's just as well," the March Hare said, shrugging it off.
"Have you guessed the riddle yet?" the Hatter asked expectantly.
"No, I haven't the foggiest idea. What is it?"
"I haven't the slightest!" the Hatter said joyfully.
"Then why ask, so? If you do not know the answer yourself," Alice wondered aloud as she got up from the table. She was tired of this nonsense, "I must be off."
"Good-bye," the Hatter said.
"Good riddance," the March Hare muttered.
"Good luck!" they said in unison. Alice walked away, quickly. The only one that had helped her in the least bit was that dormouse... and he had been asleep the whole time! Alice sighed and pressed on.

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