into the crazy

ii: pipe

A/N
Okay, so this chapter may get a little jumpy, so don't judge me too much. Jumpy meaning, it jumps around from place to place often. Anyways, enjoy this chapter. -atown
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Allison's POV
I felt a cool breeze pass my way while I walked uphill somewhere. I then saw an immense caterpillar.
"A-E-O-I-U, E-O-A-I-U," he sang.
After he was done, I clapped from his low toned singing voice.
"Simply wonderful." I say, him noticing me.
He was smoking some kind of pipe.
"Who, are, you?" He says, the letters smoking out.
"I guess you'd call me Allison," I say.
"But exactly, who, are, you?" He says.
"I just told you, I'm Allison," I spoke even more clearly.
"Hmm, and what's your problem?" He spoke.
"Problem? I don't exactly have a problem Mr. Caterpillar sir," I state.
"Everyone has at least one problem," he says.
"Well, I guess I have a few, but I simply don't have the time to--"
"Talk about your problems, my dear," he says, smoking the pipe in my face once again.
"Well, Mr. Caterpillar, I am only three inches tall--"
"Three inches tall?! What's wrong with that? I am exactly three inches tall!" He yells at me.
"N-no sir, nothing is wrong with you, but I am usually over three inches tall and it bothers me, not being comfortable," I say, him calming down.
"Continue," he says.
"Also, this place is not my usual home, and I don't exactly know how to get to my, home," I say, frustrated since I don't have time.
"Ah, so where do you live?" He asks me.
"In Lawrence, Kansas," I stare at him as he nods.
"Do you have a map?" He asks patiently.
"No, but--"
"Then you simply cannot find your way, unless of course you guess the way, and end up in it by complete accident." He says, blowing the smoke into my face once again. I coughed violently.
"Well, I suppose that's true, but it's not ideal that I can get to the place I'm going when there is over ten ways to go," I say.
"Next problem please," he says.
"I don't have time for this," I say, getting up.
"Why?" He asks.
"Because I don't," I say.
"Why?"
"Because, I need to find my way home, before my father notices I'm gone," I said patting my dress.
"Oh, why?" He asks again.
"Why? Oh, I'll tell you why! I need to get home, and become more than three inches tall, because I am not comfortable being three inches tall!" I yelled at stomped in a direction I wasn't familiar in.
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I walked through another forest, hearing a song.
"I suppose you're lost," the Cheshire Cat greets me.
"Yes, but I need help finding my way, which you probably won't help me with," I say.
"Of course I can, but why would I?" He asks.
"Because I really need someone who can help me," I said, trying to stay patient.
"Well, the Mad Hatter is that way," he points to a sign.
"Well, I don't want anybody who is mad," I say.
"That's impossible here," he pauses, "in fact, the only thing that is impossible here."
"Is that so?" I asked.
"Yes indeed," he smirks widely.
"There is another thing," I continued bravely, "you cannot ever be sane here," I say.
"I suppose that's true, but it's simply the opposite than the line I said, which attracts mine to be more, plausible."
"Oh, you. Always making things difficult," I say.
"You have to see it to believe it," he smirks.
"I'd best be going," I say.
"Where?" He asks.
"To see the Mad Hatter," I say, walking into the sign's pointing direction.
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A/N
Helllooooo!!! I hope you enjoyed this short chapter, but I am really tired so, yeah, I'll probably edit later. Anyways, hope you enjoyed this chapter. Suggest, vote, and comment nice things!! Thank you and until the next chapter!
-atown