The March hare and the hatter wandered through the maze, careful not to be seen by the restless humans in their aimless wanderings. To find Alice, they must risk it all. A sojourn through this strange world devoid of muchness and it seems all things starting “M”.
What they would give right now to have a tea party at their own tea table. The Hatter reminisced of the party where Alice had first stumbled in and been stuffed into a teapot. Those were the days! Drat that white rabbit. He was supposed to guide them through this wilderness of a modern world.
Both of them turned at the pitter-patter of a pair of well known feet.
“Alice has traveled back, all the way to Frabjous day!”