Alice longs for an adventure that will fill her thirst for, well, adventure. She finds listening to literature boring - she finds all of reality boring, really. Imagination is so much more exciting. But there are no adventures to have around Alice's home in the countryside. One summer evening, when the sky is pale blue and the golden sun is glaring down at Earth and shooting its rays in all directions, a white rabbit, dressed like a sophisticated young man, strolls down the colorful summer fields calmly, as though it really were a sophisticated young man. Everything about this particular rabbit is peculiar, from its jacket to the golden little circular clock it has deep in its pocket, but its behavior has to be the most peculiar. The rabbit pulls out its golden clock and scurries off in a panic just when curious young Alice catches a glimpse of the rabbit. Curiosity falls upon Alice -- what could a white rabbit dressed in a waistcoat and a jacket possibly be late for?