Ⓢtory time
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A sigh escaped the lips of Alice as she was pulled rather roughly through the woods by the red leash wrapped around her right hand. A rather excited Dalmatian pup was on the other end of the leash, attempting to run ahead of Alice and make her run as well. Alice of course would have nothing to do with it. She didn’t even like the dog; she was not going to humor the thing. The dog, Pudding, didn’t even belong to her, it was her sisters’. Why she was forced to take the mutt out for a walk was beyond her. Pudding was a horrible little nuisance that constantly harassed Dinah, the poor old dear, and her daughters Kitty and Snow Drop. This thought made her shoot a glare the dogs’ way, who stayed oblivious as usual.
Alice soon grew tired of being dragged around and leashed the dog to a nearby tree. Her eyes scanned the area and were caught unawares by a shock of orange in the distance. She glanced to Pudding, who was busy wrapping his leash around the tree, to the orange thing in the distance. She bit her lip before creeping toward the strange orange spot. As she approached she realized that it was a ridiculously orange coat handing on a tree. The coat in itself was strange, but the fact that it was seemingly abandoned here in the woods was mainly what interested her. It was a warm day for October but still rather chilly which raised the question of why someone had discarded it. She reached out and fingered it, the soft fabric spilled over her fingertips as she did so. She pulled it off the tree, draped it around her shoulders and found that it was rather warm despite its looks. “How queer.” She trailed off.
For some reason the Knothole in the tree had drawn her attention, out of curiosity she placed her hand into the hole. To her surprise she found that there was something in it, something smooth and round. Alice pulled it out and found, to her surprise, it was a doorknob. There was something peculiarly familiar about all this strangeness. Like it was something she wasn’t supposed to know and had pushed to the back of her mind to stay out of trouble. “Curiouser and Curiouser.” She muttered and examined the tree, it must have been the familiarity that kept any further shock at bay. For there was a hole directly in front her at waist height, and she felt the urge to put the doorknob into the hole. So she did. And as she turned it she felt the metal bar give as she pulled back on it as you would with a door.
The tree was completely hollowed out and was just big enough for someone a head taller than her to fit inside, as well as another person in width. This was peculiar because she was sure that it was not this big looking from the outside. Alice stepped inside the tree-room and turned around in it. It was exactly as she expected a room in a tree to look. Unfortunately, she didn’t get to think on it long because suddenly the door closed. Then she felt herself moving downwards, as if the room was moving down but there was no other indication that it was moving at all.
Alice has returned to Wonderland, and the news is traveling fast. All her acquaintances from her past expeditions to Wonderland are starting to travel to where Alice has emerged, eager to see their old friend. But not even two months prior the Queen of Hearts became infuriated with the Red Queen. There is now a war between the cards and the chess pieces, and Alice has been swept up into it. Sooner or later she’ll have to choose a side. How will Alice’s next adventure fair? What does a raven have in common with a writing-desk? I haven’t the faintest idea. I’ll just leave that part to you.
