This snowy Friday, I bring you the second in a continuing series by my 13-year-old daughter.
Tessa in Wonderland
Part II When I awoke, I immediately knew It was NOT a Dream. The headache I’d acquired from my Run-in with the tree Was real enough The scrapes on my knees Were real I pinched my arm And felt it, This was no dream.
I propped myself up Watching a cart or two Filled with Human-sized frogs Card people Walruses and Things like that Pass by. Wondering if Maybe they noticed me. I never realized That they were trying hard Not To.
“What is this place?” I asked passersby Who ignored me Completely Like the others. I kept asking Until a Chocolate-colored Rabbit Slowed his mules, Reigns held tightly in His brown paws, One ear was flopped Over his right eye And it twitched slightly. “Where am I?” I asked. He stared at me. “You’re an otherworlder?” He said In awe
“I guess.” I said, Rubbing my scraped knees “Well, Otherworlder This is The Spade Province Of Wonderland.”
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