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In Wonderland (Part 3 of 3)

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Before her stood a little boy, with the greenest eyes she had ever seen (they were so green that even her dark sunglasses could not dull them). He was wearing a pair of overalls and a scruffy white t-shirt underneath. He was barefooted and a spot of dirt smudged his forehead. He shuffled from foot to foot uneasily.

“Hello. It’s nice to see you again,” he said.

“Again? I’ve never seen you before.” The girl squinted at the boy. His green eyes widened. Continue reading “In Wonderland (Part 3 of 3)”

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In Wonderland (Part 2 0f 3)

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They left the poppy fields and headed back into the forest. This time the trees seemed to align themselves from smallest to biggest, which was a most curious sight indeed to the girl, but neither the mouse nor the cat seemed at all confused. Every time they passed a tree, there was a scuffling shuffly noise from behind. The girl looked behind her each time this occurred but spotted nothing more unusual other than the highly organized looking trees. The last time this happened though, she spotted the tree branches coming together and shaking as though with laughter. She wondered what was so funny. From that moment on, the girl became very aware of the trees’ movements around her and she was almost certain each tree was alive, or at least very high-spirited and giddy, you know, for a tree. Continue reading “In Wonderland (Part 2 0f 3)”