Drink Me

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Sarigala, his pack, and I walked in the woods for a long time. We mostly chatted, hid under bushes, and then talked some more. We were having a debate on which way is better to groom hair, brushing or leaving it be when I fell down a hole. I fell for the longest of time, down, down, down, down, down I fell through the hole it was small in diameter and as I fell, my dress proofed up like a parachute so I descended very slowly. I fell and fell and before long, I reached the bottom of the hole. At the bottom, there was a tunnel that seemed so small that only a bunny could fit through. I patted down my dress and brushed it off incase any rubble had gotten onto it and set off following the tunnel on my knees.
------in the tunnel------
The small tunnel I had been crawling through became larger and larger until I was on my knees in a room the size of a school. I stood up and stared at the ceiling. It was painted in scenes from Alice in Wonderland. Painted there was Alice, The Queen of Hearts, The Bunny, and The Cheshire Cat. I shudder in disgust seeing my dream roll through my head. "Hello sweet child, you enjoy looking at my purrfectness?" I whip my head around to be again confronted by the Cheshire Cat. "My darling, fancy that you fell down the trap I made for you specifically." He waits in the silence I give him almost waiting for a "thank you for your thoughtfulness" . In response, I gave him more silence. "Here, drink this, it makes you fancy." At this, he shoved a brown, cloudy, cheap bottle labeled "drink me". I looked at the bottle, turned it to the side, top, and bottom. There seemed to be nothing wrong with the quality, it even had a seal, but you couldn't be sure. As I looked at the bottle, I felt something grazing my neck. The next thing I knew, I felt a hard impact and fell to the ground unconscious.
------conscious------
The area around me swirled faster than a blender on purée mode. It wove back and forth again and again. I slowly pushed myself up to the sitting position trying to ignore the pain in my head. I looked around I was still in the underground tunnels. Instead, I was enclosed in an enclosed room. No doors or windows could be seen. I figured that if I was to slowly die in a room, I might as well have a drink. The small brown bottle in my hand slowly was brought up to my mouth. I popped the cap off and chugged the cloudy liquid down.

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