“Wholesome Wonderland”

“Wholesome Wonderland” in honor of Alice Day: a tidbit about Disney, the Jabberwocky, and escape!

Toves slithed round her angular arms as she fell.  Hair hazed around her face and she found herself perfectly confident that she’d land fluidly upright as easily and elegantly as a draped fur.  This was a far pleasanter experience than she’d expected when she leapt under that odd manhole to escape her pursuers.  Outgrabing her limbs in a stretch, the woman touched down-toes first, amid the sounds and colors of mome  raths arguing with borogroves.

“Well!  This place certainly has a distinct sense of style, at any rate.”  Warmth seeped tingling into her translucent skin.

“Get her!  ‘This place’!  What a thing to call us!” chattered the patch of pansies and dragon snaps.

Dappling as she moved, the woman strode through two of the tall hedges leading away from the blooms’ oasis.  A brief mental image of her snappy red car lying wrecked and steaming in the world above flashed through her mind.  She gave herself a brief shake, and glimpsed another shade of red off to the side.  A tall woman, she merely stepped on her toes to glance over the hedges as she moved.  Several bushes full of roses met her eye, about fifth eights of which had been painted the red of her busted car back when it’d been new.  “Fools,” she muttered.  However, when four turns later she spied roses who’d been painted so long ago their dye jobs were turning gray and purple from wear and dust, a lurking grin began to grow.  “They know how to stay alive, no matter what.  But do they have anything worth living for?”

She stepped out of the maze into an orchard by a stream with several extremely odd-looking houses placed along it at oddly spaced intervals.  From the nearest one, pink with enormous elliptical windows and an air of golden smoke to it, hopped a rabbit carrying a pocketwatch and wearing a waistcoat.  He ran right past her on his way to the little foot bridge.  “Late!” vaguely hit her ears.  Then the woman’s eyes took over for that rabbit had the whitest, longest, most luxuriant looking hair she’d ever seen.  Her limbs twitched and gimboled with the thought of running her hands through it, of feeling that length of fur against her skin.  Images of herself as Ice Queen, Snow Queen, Pure Mistress, sloughed through her head.

Without knowing it, she had begun to run.  After the white rabbit!  I must catch him!  She through back her head and laughed.  This was exactly her kind of world, after all!  What were hedges or annoying flowers if she could only catch that rabbit?  ‘After all,’ she mused, ‘I’m sure that roses can be painted black, also.’  The thought of ornately black roses placed artfully over a coat of stunning, rabbity white brought the lurking smile fully out in plain view.

For years afterward, the inhabitants of Wonderland would look back on the days with only the Red Queen as the Wholesome times, before that dashing entrance of Cruella DeVille.

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1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. turtlephoenix
    May 06, 2012 @ 21:33:27

    I have a feeling Cruella won’t last long when the Mad Hatter gets ahold of her. The Cheshire Cat’s going to have fun with her. 🙂

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