White Rabbit

And Alice Was Ten Feet Tall and Sobbing So Uncontrollably

Alice looked down at her feet. They seemed so, so, so, so far away. She reached down for the key, but her hands were much too big to pick it up. Her chest started to tighten and her breath started to speed up. Her eyes began to burn.
Drip.
One giant tear hit the floor.
Drop.
Another giant tear hit there floor.
Soon the room was flooding with Alice's tears.
"I'm late! I'm so very late!" Came a voice through the hall. "My whiskers I'm late!"
The white rabbit popped into room Alice was now crying in. His eyes widened in surprise and horror. He threw his white gloves and fan in the air and hurried out of the room before Alice could say a thing.
Alice picked up the gloves and fan. The gloves barely fit on her pinky finger, but the fan was quite pretty. Alice used it to fan herself off slowly because her tears were making her hot. She wasn't crying anymore, but she still felt very upset. The fan did make her feel quite a bit better.
She started thinking about how the rabbit looked different the second time she met him. Maybe it was because he wasn't wearing his glasses? But Buddy Holly had to wear glasses; he was much to blind to see without them. That must mean it was another rabbit. How odd. How odd indeed.
Alice thought through all the people she'd seen before trying to place the rabbit's face. Her eyes widened she realised who the rabbit looked like.
"John Lennon!" She exclaimed out loud.
Alice looked down at her legs as she suddenly thought about how wet she felt. She suddenly realised that she shrunk and was now almost drowning. She tossed the fan and the gloves away in surprise and began to paddle to keep herself afloat.
Alice got a mouthful of water and thought to herself that she must be in the ocean. "But I can't be in the ocean," She said.
Alice swam about trying to find the shore when she realised she must be swimming in her own tears. "I'm going to quite literally drown in my own tears if I don't get out of here," She said still swimming.
A mouse swam by Alice. She was just barely this mouse's size, but she still tried swimming with it.
"Do you know how to get out of here?" She asked.
The mouse didn't reply. Maybe it doesn't speak English? Alice thought. She could speak Korean. She wasn't very fluent, but she spoke enough to get by and understand her mother when she was angry. And she spoke as much Spanish as she learned in two years of it in school... so very little.
"Yeoboseyo!" Alice exclaimed.
The mouse still didn't react so Alice thought back to the little she knew in Spanish. "¿Donde esta mi gato?" (I'm not gonna pretend I know any Spanish. I Google translated this...)
The mouse turned around with its eyes wide. Alice recognized its face as Joan Baez.
"Oh, yeah, you probably don't like the whole cat thing," Alice said. "Um... We don't have to talk about cats, but I'm sure you'd like my cat. Her name's Dinah, she's a really sweet little cat. One time I saw her catch a bird..."
The mouse was now on the shore with her eyes wide. "Don't speak of such things!" She exclaimed. "You'd hate cats if you were small and defenseless as I am."
Alice thought to herself that she was at the moment. "I'm sorry. We can talk about something else. What about dogs? One of my friends has this beautiful Jack Russell Terrier. He keep their barn completely clear of rats... Oh, have I upset you again!" Alice exclaimed.
Alice climbed on shore. "I'm so sorry. We don't have to talk about that again. Surely I'll be able to talk about something that you won't be scared of," Alice said.
The mouse turned to her and shook her body off. "Very well. We might as well talk as we dry," She said.
Alice now realised they were on a small island. There were a number of birds and other assortments of small animals sitting and waiting to dry off. To her amusement she saw a group of five birds huddled together shaking with the faces of David Crosby, Gene Clark, Chris Hillman, Roger McGuinn, and Michael Clarke.
The Byrds as birds, Alice thought.
Alice looked back over at the mouse again. The mouse was shaking herself off. She turned to everyone. "I suppose I should tell you a story to dry the lot of you off. I'll tell you the driest story I know..."