…Alice stumbled down a flight of stairs instead of down the rabbit hole. (Stumbling up would have been silly!) And it was a dilly of a fall. She split her knee and the Mad Hatter had her in stitches, which is what hatters who are mad, do! (You would too if you had the gumption!) When her legs was again able to function, Alice decided she’d rest near where that dread Cheshire Cat was last seen, near the green flamingo patch and a bit of thatch for her bed.
When she awoke, her head hurt her so, hung over as she was, and she must have stubbed her large toe in her stumble for it was all so sore. She mumbled and swore and tore a bit of her apron to cinch her toe so. Alice hobbled and wobbled and thought of Tweedle-Dum, for he walked that way! She thought of staying put, but that Puss with his neon grin shooed her (much to her chagrin!) “Eat Me”, read the wafer and it appeared safer than drinking that swill again. It would surely kill her if she let it (you can bet it.) She ate it. She hated it. It tasted like March Hare. By the way, where WAS that rascally rabbit.
She wondered how she had landed in this stranger place. She thought the looking glass would reflect her inner self. But once in, would she ever get out?
There is no escape.
Alice could not wander far
For she had no car!
© Walter J Wojtanik – 2018