I layed still on a meadow. A meadow full of lflowers of all sorts. I stood up and starred im the distance.
I saw a gate. I walked closer. It was red and black. I walked closer. I saw letters. I was to far to read them. I walked even more closer. The gate was open. I walked closer. I saw the letters one by one from left to right.
W.
I walked closer.
O.
I walked closer.
N.
I walked closer
D.
I walked closer.
E.
I walked closer.
R.
I walked closer.
L.
I walked even closer.
A.
Even closer.
N.
Even closer.
D.
I stepped right in front.
W.O.N.D.E.R.L.A.N.D
I was right outside of Wonderland.
Then I fell. I fell into a rabbit hole. I fell and I fell. Then I was back in front of the gate. This time it was closed. Closed with a golden lock. It was about the size of my face.
I the grabbed one bar of the gate and pushed.
I stepped back for two reasons
One. It burned my hand. I Gained three huge blisters.
Two. The gate talked.
"What yer doing here. You can't get past here unless you have the key or an invitation by the queen!" It said.
" Sorry?" I replied.
" I don't ever reapet my self." It shouted.
"Im sorry but you can talk?" I asked.
"Well you can walk. I can't. See clearly that makes nonsense." It grunted.
" Well that was just poorly made explanatory. You cloud just said that you and I both can talk." I said.
"Also,where in hell am I?"
Your in wonderland of course! It's above me ya see you blind bat!"
"Shut it"
"Well do you have a key or an invitation from the queen?"it said.
"No, and you didn't answer fully my question.Where am I? By country" I said
"Well,you are in the meadow on flour-wars in the country of red quarts in mysticania. " it said rapidly.
"Where is mysticania? I asked.
"Well,its north of Scotland,but south of Copenhagen. Near Italy,but far from England. 20567 miles away of candida,but not in the pacific cost of America. Honestly little girl, we could be anywhere." It spoke. "You could think where ever you want"
"So I think we are close To Manchester In England. I replied.
" ok. So do you. Or not have a key or invitation."
"I don't"
"Then get lost" It shouted. I would never would have imagined what I did next.
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