The white rabbit looked at me with pink eyes, the color of clouds at dusk. I became curiouser and curiouser as I watched him from my garden. The rabbit hopped fast, but not fast enough to get away from me, for I was quick on my feet.
They will tell you the rabbit pulled a watch out of his coat pocket and began to fret about the time, exclaiming “Oh my ears and whiskers, I shall be late!” This could not be further from the truth. Everyone knows a rabbit will never carry a watch. They are timeless animals. Nor will they wear a coat, as they have ample fur of their own.
My journey was one of impulse and instinct. For better or worse, I followed the pink eyed creature.
They will tell you I slid down a rabbit hole. This, of course is a dimensional impossibility! Have you ever SEEN a rabbit hole? Have you ever tried to get so much as one FOOT down a rabbit hole? Oh no. What happened was, I ran after the rabbit until we came upon a vast lavender field. It was there that the space craft landed.
The space craft was beautiful! Cylinder shaped, dazzling as the sun at noontide, so bright I could barely look upon it. A staircase descended from its door . When the white rabbit hopped up the steps, I simply followed. I was young then, you see. I had a habit of acting without thinking. It did not occur to me where this journey would lead.
When I got on board I walked down a long hallway to a room that seemed to be made of blue sky. A man in a top hat was hosting a tea party. At his table were seated the most peculiar characters; a king and queen, a March Hare and a duchess who carried a pink flamingo beneath her arm. The man in the hat invited me to sit down. I’ll admit I had a bit of trouble with the gravity at first…
He poured me a cup of steaming tea, which I drank immediately (for I knew it would be rude to refuse his hospitality.) I then became sleepy and the room began to sway. The top hat man grew tall, his hat protruding high out of his head. His face contorted like a reflection in a fun house mirror. I heard laughter. The queen’s tiara shattered and she screamed “Off with her head!” I knew she could not possibly be speaking of me, for I could barely FEEL my own head and surely there was nothing to cut off!
After that I remember little. At one point I lay naked upon an operating table. The top hat man smiled, and I imagined him as a cat with a huge grin. He said he came from Cheshire. I did not know where that was and wanted to ask him, but he simply disappeared, leaving only his grin behind. Next thing I knew I felt a speculum being stuck inside me, cold steel against my vagina. “The eggs, the eggs!” someone shouted. “Get her eggs!” That was fine and well with me, for I had plenty of eggs. I knew I would produce hundreds of thousands in my lifetime and I could certainly spare a few for whatever was their cause. After that I must have fallen asleep.
When I awoke I was fully clothed. The space craft spun in its orbit and I looked out the window where a thousand stars streamed like glittering diamonds in the darkness. The Duchess sat next to me, her pointy chin on my shoulder. She handed me her pink flamingo. I asked where we were headed. The Duchess smiled calmly, pointed to a marbled sphere and assured me I would like it.
When we landed I descended the staircase, still following the rabbit. The Duchess however, was wrong . I did not like this place! Not one bit. We had apparently landed in the middle of a war zone, every man armed with weaponry. Land mines exploded like fiery traps, blowing human bodies to a confetti of blood and bone. Children wailed in the streets and men hobbled, many of them missing limbs. I asked what was this horrible place, but the rabbit could only twinkle his pink eyes.
I felt my stomach lurch and I vomited, barely missing the poor rabbit who hovered beneath me. When I could stand it no longer the rabbit led me to another part of this world but I did not like this part either. There I saw only death and disease; bodies rife with plagues and cancers and malnutrition. I could not bear to look upon it, and the rabbit led me to yet another place. Here were tall skyscrapers and inside, dark boardrooms where men sprawled in leather chairs. They drank champagne and spoke a language I did not understand but I remember their words: ‘market’ and ‘bailout’ and ‘Wall Street’ and ‘junk bonds’. These people were evil and when I could tolerate their presence no longer the rabbit lead me back to the space craft.
Top Hat and the Duchess welcomed me. I wanted only to return to my home, to planet Wonderland. Top Hat smiled. “You have done your task well, Alice,” he said. “The hybrids from your eggs will be hatched some time in the 21st century. With the DNA of Wonderland within them, these beings will be pure, void of greed and malice. Your hybrids will be the only hope for that planet they call Earth. Without your hybrids the civilization will surely destroy itself.”
The journey back to Wonderland was quick. I bid Top Hat and the Duchess goodbye, kissing them on both cheeks. I then followed the rabbit off the space craft and back to my own garden. I was glad to be home.
After that, I developed a strange penchant for drinking tea. My faithful rabbit never leaves my side. Recently I have heard word from the Duchess. It seems my eggs have yet to hatch.
This post is in response to the Daily Prompt Journey