Not the Real Rabbit Hole

I fell down the rabbit hole and was shocked when I saw The old vial with the faded label that said “lah dee dah dah” Eat me or drink me, but good luck, you little creep. Because I am up here, and you are down there so deep. So this was Alice’s place, where her adventure had begun. I thought it was going to be delightful, a whole bunch of fun. I heard a door click and I knew I was locked into this place. My chin began to quiver, and my heart started to race. It is moldy and musty and smells like last month’s limburger cheese. I knew immediately I had hit my head hard, and could not do what I please. I struggled to get up on that table with the vial that was so far away. Get real! Yelled a voice. Open the door, idiot, if you are going to stay! I opened the door and the Mad Hatter’s tea part was going on strong. He was yelling obscenities at Dweedle Dew and Dweedle You, this was wrong. Is this Alice’s hole? I asked and there was ridiculous loud laughter from the throng. The queen of hearts bent over and let me get a good peek at her thong. I am in hell I thought, not Carroll’s dream or adventure book at all. They were crazy here. I agree said the Cheshire Cat who was big and tall. So get out of this dream, just open your eyes, and go quickly away. But then they began to play scrabble, so I decided to stay.