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Alice and Snowball in Wonderland (standard:adventure, 2014 words)
Author: hvysmkerAdded: Jun 05 2004Views/Reads: 3874/2443Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Alice returns to Wonderland, and takes her pet rabbit for a visit. An Adult Children's Story
 



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The rabbit quickly jerked the chain, flipping the watch into his left
paw. He moved the hands back a half hour or so. 

“I must find time to talk to you lovely ladies, although I am already
late, of course.” Returning the watch with a fancy flip of the paw. It 
flew back into it's very own pocket in his jacket. “My name is Oscar, 
and what can and may I call you?” 

“I'm Alice, of course. I have been for four years anyways,” Alice told
him, “and this is my rabbit Snowball.” She continued, while Snowball 
just appeared not to notice the dapper denizen of Wonderland. “And 
where are we going today?” 

“I am going to the queen's court today.” Oscar told them, “I'm a lawyer
and my client is on trial, for his very life.” He walked around 
Snowball, giving her a few little sniffs, as she ignored him, 
continuing to eat the yummy grass. “You are welcome to come, it will be 
fun, except for the suspect, of course.” 

Alice was pondering, She had been told not to go with strangers, and
none were stranger than Oscar, but did her Mama mean strange rabbits? 

Oscar, turning to the nervous Snowball. He was also, for whatever
reason, nervous. 

“I will have to get you some appropriate clothing, young lady. Although
I enjoy seeing you naked, it will not do in the Queen's Court.” He 
stammered. 

Snowball had never had any clothes, and had often wondered what it would
be like. Also, she had never, ever, been around a male rabbit. While it 
was rude of him to mention the fact, it would be nice to see how she 
looked in them. 

“Alright, Sir.” She told Oscar. “I would like to go with you, and Alice.
Could I have a dress like Alice's?” 

“Of course, My lady.” He flipped his watch and looked at it again.
“Eleven Eleven minus five, we must hurry though. Follow me, please.” 

They walked for minutes, through a little forest and past a large wall,
where A large egg sat. The egg looked sad, if an egg could look sad, 
that is. 

“Good morning Oscar, and ladies,” the polite egg addressed them, “and
could you do me a favor, please?” 

“Not again Humpty.” Oscar scolded him. “Must you do this every day?” 

“Sorry Oscar, I can't help it.” The morose egg asked them again.
“Please? I don't want to fall.” 

The three carefully helped Humpty Dumpty off the wall and safely to the
ground. 

“Thank you, Ladies, and Oscar of course. I'm always afraid of falling.”
He explained. “And you better hurry Oscar, can't keep the Black Queen 
waiting.” He turned to the girls, “she would chop off his head, you 
know.” 

“Why do you get up there, if you have trouble getting back down?”
Snowball asked the egg. “It just seems the wrong thing to do.” 

“It's not my idea, the writer keeps putting me up there.” 

“Oh, I see,” said Alice, “sometimes writers are stupid. Mine had me
falling and hurting my knee once, for no reason, at all.” They all took 
time to think about all the stupid things writer's did, before 
continuing to Oscar's little cottage. 

The cottage was very dirty, with only a male rabbit living there. He was
far to busy being late to keep things in order. He did have a nice 
Purple and Yellow French maid's uniform for Snowball to wear. It was a 
perfect fit, although she refused the handcuffs and whip that went with 
it. Some people collect the strangest things, Alice decided. 

Alice and Snowball did notice a half dozen clocks ticking away, all with
different times. 

How do you know which one is right, Oscar?” Snowball asked. 

“Simple, young lady, I add all the hour hands, and divide by six or
seven, according to the month of the day and then add one fifth of the 
minute hands.” Oscar told them. He paused and whispered. “Then I dial 
the time on my telephone. Don't tell them, they might get mad.” 

“Oh.” replied both girls, too tired to figure it out. “We better get
going.” Said Alice. 

They walked over the valley and through the woods, Oscar paying
particular attention to the, now attired, Snowball. He would often take 
the trouble to nudge her, trying to slip his paw under her apron. 
Snowball, nature taking in's course, began joking with the eager Oscar. 
It was very entertaining for Alice, although she did feel kind of left 
out. Silly rabbits, she thought. 

They arrived at the Queen's Court. It was a serious sight. Many strange
creatures were in attendance. The Black Queen sat on a large throne. 
Decks of cards stood all over the place, all of them clubs or spades. 
Most of them carried spears, but some had guns like the cowboys in the 
movies Alice watched late at night. 

A crowd was gathered. There was even hot dog stands and pony rides.
Alice did notice a lot of huge dragons sitting alone, on one side. 
There was also a section of big ugly Ogres, making a lot of noise, as 
Ogres do. A great many unicorns were walking around the area, some with 
festive ribbons on their horns. 

Oscar reported to the queen, after finding a good place for the two
girls to stand, and getting them some lemonade. Of course she was mad 
at Oscar, but they couldn't hear the bad words she used. Did you ever 
see a white rabbit with a red face? He came back and explained what was 
going on. to the girls. 

“You see, when things got too civilized on earth, a lot of the mythical
creatures came to Wonderland.” He told them. “The unicorns and dragons 
are good citizens, but we have a lot of trouble with those ogres. They 
get in all kinds of trouble and don't want to follow the rules.” 

“Make them go away again.” Snowball suggested. “They look so scarey.” 

“Can't do that, the older ones are nice, but some of the teenagers get
nasty.” He told the bunny girl. “My client hid in a bush and scared 
poor tweedle Dee. The white knight had to come over and chase him away. 
The poor knight fell off his horse again, and hurt his leg.” He 
shrugged. “Now the Black Queen wants to chop off his head.” 

“Chop off his head because he fell off his horse, you mean, or because
he hurt his leg?” Alice asked. 

“No, I mean the ogre, UGGGy.” The rabbit corrected. 

“Then say what you mean, or mean what you say.” Alice, in turn,
corrected Oscar. “And why don't you do what my Mama does when I'm bad. 
Tickle his stomach until he cries, that's better than cutting off his 
head.” 

When the trial started the ugly little ogre kid was found guilty. Oscar
talked to the Black Queen and she sentenced him to being tickled. It 
was pretty bloody though. She had one of the big dragons tickle him, 
with his big claws, and blood went everywhere. That wasn't what Alice 
meant, but she did get to meet the Queen. 

“So, how do you like Wonderland, Alice?” The Queen asked her. “Did you
have a good time, and do you want more tea?” The Black Queen had some 
real nice tea. It made Alice feel funny. She had trouble walking 
straight, but had a real good time. They were laughing and having so 
much fun, and drinking more tea, that Alice forgot all about Snowball 
and Oscar. 

A little later, Snowball came back to get Alice. Her clothes were all
wrinkled, and she had a funny smile on her face. Oscar had his arm 
around the little girl bunny. He looked tired to Alice. 

Oscar took them back to where they came through and helped them back
through the monitor. It had been a lot of fun, but Alice felt all 
sleepy and went right to bed. She had a headache when she woke up. It 
was worth it though, because a few months later Snowball had a whole 
lot of baby bunnys. 


   


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