Allan in Wonderland

Chapter 4: The White Rabbit's house

As the creatures left, the long hall vanished and the White Rabbit appeared. "Marvin!" she snapped, when she saw Allan. "Run home and fetch me some gloves and a fan."

"She thinks I'm her butler!" Allan thought, but he ran off in the direction she pointed. Soon, he came to a small house with W. Rabbit on a brass plate outside.
Racing in, he found a fan and some gloves on a table.

Allan was about to leave, when he saw a bottle. This one had no idea, but he drank it anyway. Something interesting was bound to happen.


And it did. He had barely drunk half, before he grew as big as the room. He went on growing... and growing... until one arm was out of the window and his foot was stuck up the chimney.
"I wish I hadn't drunk so much!" she said.


"Marvin!" called the Rabbit, crossly. "Where are my gloves?"
Allan trembled, quite forgetting he was now a thousand times larger than her and had no reason to be scared.

When she couldn't open the door—because Allan's elbow was against it—she tried the window. Allan wave his hand and heard a shriek.


"Patsy! Where are you?" the Rabbit shouted and Allan heard a new voice reply, "Over here lady."
"Well, tell me," asked the Rabbit, "what's in this window?"
"An arm, lady," said the voice.

An arm. You goose!" said the Rabbit. "Whoever saw me that size? Take it away!"


The next thing Allan knew, the Rabbit had yelled, "Bridget! Go down the chimney."
Allan waited until he heard a little animal scrabbling inside the chimney and gave a sharp kick.
"We must burn the house down."
"Don't you dare!"
"There goes Bridget!"


There was silence for a moment, then a shower of pebbles came rattling through the window. To Allan's surprise, they turned into cakes.
"If I eat them," he thought, "they're bound to change my size. And as I can't any larger, I expect I'll grow smaller."


Allan shrank at once. As soon as he could squeeze through the door he fled. And he didn't stop running until he reached a forest.
"The first thing I have to do," he decided when he had caught his breath, "is to grow to my into that lovely garden."


It was an excellent plan. The only problem was how to do it. "I suppose I should eat or drink something," he said. "But what?"

Allan looked around and saw a mushroom. Standing on tiptoe. He peered over the edge to see a large caterpillar, quietly minding its own business.