Alice Mary settled down under the mulberry tree to read her new book. She read to escape the world and disappear into stories where girls of her age disappeared down a hole like Alice did in Wonderland.
Chapter one was uneventful, but as she read into chapter two, she had the sense she was being watched. She turned her head to find a small rabbit sitting next to her elbow looking at the book.
They looked at each other and then the rabbit said: “Don’t mind me I’m waiting for you to turn the page, its getting good isn’t it?”
Alice Mary was a girl with a vivid imagination and quickly dismissed what she heard because rabbits don’t speak. The words of her mother echoed in her mind: “You are always off with the fairies Alice Mary, now wake up and get on with things.”
She shook her head and turning the page she again felt the presence of the rabbit.
“Love this bit,” said the rabbit looking at the page in question. She watched as his eyes scanned the page and he giggled at what he was reading.
“Are you a real rabbit?” she asked.
“Of course I’m real what sort of question is that?”
“Are you magic?”
“Of course I am,” answered the rabbit, “would you want me any other way?”
“A magic rabbit,” Alice Mary exclaimed. “Where do you live?”
“Down the rabbit hole, want to see it?”
“Yes please,” replied an enthusiastic Alice Mary.
With that, the rabbit bonded a few steps and vanished. Alice Mary followed and saw a tiny hole. “I won’t fit,” she thought, but when she lowered her head to look down the hole, she felt herself being sucked in and there began a series of adventures she was never to forget.