(Authors Note: The words in italics are "The Jabberwocky Poem" by Lewis Carroll. I do not own the Alice in Wonderland story and this tale is not true by any means.)
Would you like to know what's down the Rabbit Hole? I may not be Alice, but I've been there. I know the way to Wonderland. I've seen that twisted world. It is so much different than what you've been told. Poor Alice. It would've been much better if she'd kept it all a secret.
Have you ever heard of what happened to the Alice? Her coming had been foretold for years in Wonderland. On the infamous Frabjous Day, it was foretold, the Alice would appear. She would take the Vorpal Sword and strike the Jabberwocky dead! So the story went. So the story was told. Let me tell you friend, the story was oh so wrong.
Let me tell you a tale. A tale that happened years ago. A tale of Alice in Wonderland and of her Jabberwocky foe. You've heard the familiar rhyme that Lewis Carroll spun. Let me tell you the real one. It is so much more fun.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves
And the mome raths outgrabe.
On the day the Alice came, the mome raths ran amuck. The slithy toves were out of way as dear Alice chased a duck. No ordinary duck, was the one the Alice chased. A massive duck with scaly wings and teeth all ruby red. The Alice chased the scaly beast with a cardsmens gory head. A roar resounded far and wide and Alice ceased her hunt. The head went soaring far and fast as the Alice ducked and ran. Her scaly prey did truly pay as it fell atop the Bandersnatch's bed. A marvelous feast for such a beast, that tearful duck did make. The Alice knew that time sure flew as she crawled from place to place.
Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!
For that large duck was none it seems, than the jubjub bird himself! Dear Alice indeed did shun the Bandersnatch as she roamed to her treasure rare. The cardsmens head had left him dead, but served his purpose fair. The Alice finally spotted her prize as the Bandersnatch did feast. She grabbed the sword from the creature's hoard and fled from the hairy beast.
He took his Vorpal Sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought.
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
And stood a while in thought.
Indeed her prize the Vorpal was. A necessary treat to attempt such as feat, as the Alice surely was. A berry fell and then some more. Poor Alice could eat none, though it made her heart sore. For the fruit of the Tumtum does only harm. A disaster of a meal would that fruit make, if eaten without alarm.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came.
The Tulgey wood did groan and growl as Alice stood her ground. For one false step that she would take, a pathway to Anyelsewhere would surely appear. Through the mouth of the Tulgey the gateway lies. That world is queer, the Alice thought, as waiting she did stand. A wait no longer than the longest life of man. Behold, the Jabberwock, grotesque as it may seem. For only a beast of such a breed would be suited for a queen! The Alice drew her sword as the Jabberwock did draw near. It's eyes of flame looked through the girl as whiffling onward it came.
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snickers-snack!
He left it dead and with its head
He went galumphing back!
The Vorpal sword swung proud and true as the Alice battled the beast. For such a tale of horror is that of beauty and the beast! With a snicker-snack the Vorpal sword did slice through the Jabberwock's head! The Alice grabbed her trophy rare and galumphing back returned!
"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
Oh frabjous day, Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.
The queen of white did take the prize the Alice had acquired. On Frabjous day with calloohs and callays the Alice made the story. The queen of white dared not say what Alice would face next. For with the Jabberwock gone and dead, the Queen of Hearts came back!
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
And so you see, the tale is not all as it was said to be. For the end, my friend, is terrible indeed as the Queen of Hearts mourned her noble steed. With the Jabberwock gone and dead and the Alice who had claimed its head, the Queen did seek revenge to find. And find revenge she did. She stole the head and the Vorpal Sword while the Alice was asleep. And when their hero did awake, she was dead in the ocean deep. So the Alice that returned to the world you now know, was none other than the Queen herself, while Alice sleeps below.
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