Something peculiar began to happen, my magic had begun to return. Ofcourse my hats never came to life, but they began to do some very magical things. Once a woman came to my shop and tried on a hat. Immediately she began to grow very thin and tall, like the world's largest pencil. She continued to grow and grow until eventually, she slammed her head into the seiling. I had to climb up on a ladder and take the hat off her head so she would shrink back to her original size. Another time, A man came into my shop and tried on a top hat with flowers on the top. The flowers begin to swirl like helicopters and the hat, man and all, began to rise. I held on tight to his foot so that he wouldn't be carried out of the shop. A number of other incidents occurred, until I lost costumers. At last, I was forced to close down my shop, but before I did, I made one last hat for myself, so that I would remember my hat shop days.
This hat was the most magnificent hat I had ever made. It was quite ordinary in appearance, but when I finished my hat, I was swirled into another world a world that would later become known as wonderland.
I was trapped in wonderland for many years. Ofcourse at first I thought it was wonderful, every creature in this land was one of my childhood creations; talking flowers, toast butterflies, flying rocking horses, the queen of hearts with her suit knights, the door mouse, and even the rabbit with my father's stolen watch where in this land. Then I realized that there was no way out of wonderland. I tried everything, I tried getting my hat to take me back home, I walked across every inch of wonderland looking for a way out. When that didn't work, I made new hats, hundreds and hundreds of hats, but none of them could take me back home.
Just when I thought there was no way of going home, the rabbit appeared to me and, tapping my father's watch grumbled, "Isn't it about time you get to where you need to go?"
"But I don't know how to get there" I protested.
"it seems to me that there's always a door to every destination" the rabbit said swinging the pocket watch by its chain over the rocky ground, which began crumble under my feet and I found myself falling into the ground. I thought I was falling for hours and at the bottom, there was a door. I went through the door and found myself across the street from where I used to live before my time in wonderland. There was my house, and through a window, there where my daughters, and on the porch, there was Margaret, but she wasn't my Margaret, not any more. She was sitting next to another man, embracing him. I had been gone for too long and my Margaret was lost.
Soundlessly, I crawled back into the hole where I'd popped up and made my way back to wonderland. Bck in wonderland, I made myself a cabin, and shut myself in dedicating my time to making hats, hats which I intentionally always left unfinished so they would never come to life.