Alice In Wonderland
Legacy Name: Alice In Wonderland

Once Upon a Time...

Her adventure had been wondrous but Alice really was growing rather weary and a good cup of tea sounded like quite a good idea.

"Mr. Cheshire Cat? I wonder if you might tell me how I can get home.

"That will greatly depend on which home you are trying to reach. You might go that way..." He pointed toward a rather alarming-looking path lined with enormous purple thorn bushes "...or you might try the door just over there. Either way, your path will take you to somebody's home."

She ceased fidgeting with the locked door handle at his last few words. "But I don't care for anybody else's home. I am trying to find my own."

"Hmm, hmm." He amused himself by vanishing almost entirely, his mad grin floating above the branch where a moment ago he was comfortably perched. "But what is home? Is it the place where you sleep or how you feel when you hang your hat? How can you get there? You haven't got a hat."

The last few stripes of his tail appeared, allowing him to point to a fuzzy blue growth that looked very much like an umbrella top repurposed as a terribly ugly lampshade. "You might make one, if you like."

Alice sighed. The peculiar cat had been talking her in circles for what must have been nearly an hour. She tried to pluck one of the growths. It stuck out a very pink tongue with yellow spots and vanished behind a bush that appeared to be formed from bright red plumbing pipes.

The cat made no comment, his shiny teeth gradually fading until he completely vanished.

"Curiouser and curiouser." Alice turned, believing herself limited to the creepy rows of thorny branches, only to find they had vanished. She was standing in a circle of yellow light and could no longer see a path. Had she been in a place less wondrous than Wonderland, she very likely would have panicked. Instead, she trained her eyes on a trail of small creatures slowly making their approach.

They were playful as a litter of puppies, each taking on the shape of a popular kitchen appliance. A tri-colored toaster yapped and chased its own power cord. A shaggy white vacuum cleaner whimpered at the sound of its own motor, cowering behind a bristling black blender that sent bits of purple juice into the air with each bounce of its stunted stainless steel legs.

Alice decided to follow these odd creatures, hoping that they would at least bring her to a more interesting space. Light gradually returned, revealing an enormous yellow fridge. Its freezer door twitched restlessly as it dreamed of chasing white rabbits in a large field. The smaller appliances rushed forward with excited whimpers to curl up at its side.

A new path took her through a swamp in which all the plants seemed to be suspended in midair. The bases of their flowers could just be seen poking above the dirt. A large reptilian creature resembling a crocodile lounged on the bank, reading a book entitled "100 Vegetarian Dishes in 10 Minutes or Less." Alice very nervously made her approach, her curiosity overwhelming her. This was the first book she had seen in a very long time. Peering over the reader's shoulder, she was disappointed to learn that the language used appeared to be varying sizes and shapes of ink blots.

She decided to move on in case the crocodile's diet was quite a new one.

A path branched in three directions, each making a loop and coming back to the place where she was standing. She strode forward, stepping off the path and coming to a giant toadstool that frowned and asked just who she thought she was to be ignoring the rules of the road.

She sighed, staring wistfully in the direction she was quite sure she'd last seen the white rabbit traveling. Outraged by her refusal to answer the question, the mushroom promptly collapsed inward on itself to form a wide red bench that looked a little bit like a toy fire truck.

She came to a sign post that proudly proclaimed itself to be 500 Ways To Go. Many of the arrows were nonsense such as This Way, That Way, and The Other Way but there was one arrow with roughly scrawled letter that read simply "Home".

Alice walked through a forest of pink mattresses, winding up on a staircase that flipped her over until fluffy white clouds were touching her feet and daisies were brushing the top of her head. She was quite glad to step through what appeared to be a sink drain, falling for a short while only to end up back at the 500 Ways To Go Sign. She sighed heavily, planting her fists on her hips.

"Will I ever find my way home?"

The trumpets flying south blatted encouragements to one another without offering an answer.

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