Thank you for reading my short story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.
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It was a warm morning for the time of year, and I decided to go for a walk. I put my wax jacket on over my dress and laced up my walking boots. My son Mik was doing something with Connie his girlfriend, and so I was on my own at the cottage, and I didn't mind that at all. I made sure everything was turned off, or at least secure and I headed out.
The sky was blue with occasional fluffy white clouds, a few birds were tweeting, mostly alarm calls warning of the buzzards that were flying around, riding on the thermals. I walked past the barn and then along the hay field edge. As I approached the copse I saw a white rabbit with pink eyes running around, his tail bobbing like the top of a woolly hat. Nothing remarkable in that really, except perhaps the pink eyes.
What actually did take me by surprise was when the rabbit stopped and pulled a fob watch out, looked at it and tutted. I was open mouthed, I had never seen a rabbit in a waistcoat before, never mind with a fob watch. The rabbit disappeared down a rabbit hole just by the copse. I hurried after it, following the rabbit down into the burrow.
At first it was dark as I entered the burrow and then I found myself falling, not exactly tumbling, and my dress acting like a parachute and keeping my fall at a decent pace as I fell past bookshelves and cupboards, some filled with jam, or perhaps marmalade, and then my fall was broken by a pile of dried leaves and twigs.
I looked up above me, but everything was dark, I couldn't see anything, looking around I just saw the rabbit scurrying down a passage, muttering it was going to be late. I hurried after it, surely if I caught it, it would help me escape this weird place.
I lost sight of the rabbit but found myself alone in a sort of hallway with doors either side. All the doors were locked or jammed; I couldn't open any of them. Turning around I noticed a small table in the middle of the hall, and on the table was a bottle of liquid. Resting against it was a small white card. In embossed white lettering, difficult to read on white card, were the words 'Drink Me."
Well, I wasn't sure about that, remembering the wytch in the cave, and the shenanigans her potions created, I decided to look around again, to see if I had any other options. It was then that I noticed the small door in the middle of one of the walls. I went across and looked at it, and it opened when I tried it.
I bent down and looked through and could see a beautiful garden, it reminded me of the faerie garden I had visited, bit the door was too small, I couldn't even get my head through, never mind my shoulders and the rest of me.
I examined the small bottle in my hand, trying to see if there was any writing on it, but there wasn't. I drank it, what had I to lose? The liquid tasted of apple pie and custard with overtones of a roast turkey dinner. How strange.
I had the most peculiar sensation and realised that I was shrinking and soon I was smaller than the door and could enter through the small door into the garden. In the garden I slipped and fell into a pool and was all wet. A mouse looked at me as if I were a cat, and a dodo swam by.
I swam to the edge and sat next to a duck as I tried to dry myself.
"Oh, you won't get dry like that," the duck said, "oh no."
"But how am I to get dry?" I asked.
"Why, the mouse must tell you a story of course," the duck replied.
The duck and the dodo and I called for the mouse to come and tell us a story, but the mouse swam off. Disillusioned I stood up and stepped away from the pool and headed off and away. The white rabbit was hopping towards me.
"I need my fan, my fan," it cried, 'find me my fan. The Queen will have my head for losing it."
Well, I had no idea where its fan was, nor who the Queen was. "I shall go and look," I said and hurried off in a new direction. I soon found myself in what appeared to be a forest of mushrooms. Sitting on one mushroom near the edge of the forest was a cream caterpillar. Now call me strange, but seeing a caterpillar is not odd, but seeing one smoking a hookah pipe is.
The caterpillar looked at me with dreamy eyes and took another puff. This was not the place for me that is for sure. I backed away and headed in a different direction and soon the mushrooms became trees and in one of the trees sat a cat, a big orange and black striped cat. I wondered if it might be a tiger.
"Hello" said the cat, "I'm a puss, a puss in a tree. What are you?"
"Oh, I am Mica and I hardly know much more than that," I replied.
"What is a Mica on the ground, I have never seen one of those before." The cat purred as it spoke, a very strange echoing and reverberating sound.
"Oh, my name is Mica, I am a human."
"A human, a human," the cat said, "goodness, what is a human?"
"Well, I am of course, for I have already told you that."
"And where are you going, for the woods is not the place for a human." Its tail hung down and began to swing and a huge grin seemed to almost split the cats face in two.
I felt mesmerised as I watched the cat's tail swing back and forth and I realised I was becoming sleepy and tired. I sat down, the grass tickling my thighs as I sat. As I lay back the cat jumped from the tree and stood over me, its grin as wide as ever it could be. The cat nuzzled under my dress and its tongue licked at my knickers.
"Oh my," I gasped as my pleasures began to flow, 'how could this be?' I thought as my pressures grew and electrics tickled me.
The cats tongue seemed to grow fingers and my knickers were gone and the tongue was in my valley, rough as it licked, stimulating as it moved.
"Oh my," I gasped again, my pleasures now running free reign through me, my breath holding in my chest, my fingers digging into the mossy grass beneath the tree. The cat stopped licking and moved higher up, nearer my face and I felt a dick at my entrance, a furry cat's dick pushing my petals apart.
"Oh," I gasped as my petals parted and the cat's furry appendage pushed deep into my body, the cat purring in my face, its tongue licking my nose as its dick plundered my fanny, stretching me wide, going impossibly deep.
"Oy, you, stop that," a voice called, and the cat jumped out of me and back into the tree, "yes, you puss," said the voice, "it is nearly time for tea."
I looked in the direction of the voice and there stood a small rotund man with an impossibly large hat with the numbers two and three quarters on a ticket in the hats band.
"Hello," I said, "I am Mica."
"Mica, Mica, what's a Mica?" The man with the hat said.
"Well, I am, that is my name, I am Mica."
"Well," he said as he looked down a list that he produced from a pocket, "there is a Mica on my list, it says, Mica for tea at three, and it is nearly three now, we shall be late, oh so late for an important tea date."
"But I don't know where to go," I explained, "I am lost."
"That way," said puss pointing to my left is the house of the hare, clearly signed HotH, and that way," he said pointing in the opposite direction, "is the house of the hatter, and you can see it is clearly signed HotH."
"But," I exclaimed, "the signs both say the same thing."
"No, they are both abbreviations of different things and at one there is a tea party, and at the other there is not."
"It seems that I am invited to tea, I just need to know where to go, which direction I mean."
"Follow the road made of yellow bricks and avoid the lion, avoid the witch and especially avoid the wardrobe." The puss looked at me and slowly disappeared leaving behind its grin. Now that was odd, a puss without a grin is one thing, but a grin without a puss is entirely another.
I looked and towards the right there did indeed seem to be a path made of yellow bricks, and nothing similar in the other direction.
"I shall head towards HotH," I declared to no one, and stood up, brushing grass and moss from my bottom and smoothing down my dress, before heading off to the yellow bricked path.
As I walked a tall hare wearing a blue waistcoat caught up to me, "we'll be late," it declared and rushed on. How odd, this is a very odd place I decided. As I rounded a bend in the road, I came across a lion sitting chewing on the end of its tail.
"Oh, hello," I said to the lion.
"Have you seen my wardrobe?" The lion asked as I drew level to him. There were twigs in his hair and moss on its paws. Do lions purr I wondered.
"No," I answered, "I am so sorry, but I have not seen any wardrobes, neither yours, nor anyone's."
"Well, that," replied the lion, "is most unfortunate, for I am sorely hungry and therein lies my lunch."
"Well, I am off to a tea party, there should sandwiches there for you to enjoy."
"Where is it?" The lion asked.
"Follow this yellow road and it will lead you to it, or so I have been told."
"Thank you. I shall brush my main and then follow on. I seem to be full of twigs and that would never do at a party."
I walked on by, leaving the lion pulling twigs from his shock of a main. My feet were getting a little tired, these yellow bricks were hard under foot, and I felt a need to sit and rest them. As I rested an old woman caught up with me, I guess that she had been following on behind me, but as I hadn't looked back, only forward, I hadn't seen her.
She had on a pointy hat, a bit like a traffic cone, without the bright colours for it was black, and a lot like a wytch's hat, pointed and with a big wide brim.
"Oh girl," she said addressing me, for there was no one else present, "have you seen my cat?"
"Oh no Miss," I replied, "unless your cat is mostly a grin that sometimes has a cat attached to it."
"Don't be stupid girl," she said, "my cat is black with patches of black and has never been known to grin, cats don't do that."
'I know one that does,' I thought, but perhaps wisely did not say.
