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Aubrey in Wonderland VIInside the house, it looked like a copper steam engine. The entire far wall was made of crisscrossing pipe work, the corners occasionally spouting hot vapors. "Is that you, Rufus?" A voice called from the adjacent room, barely heard over the whistling of what sounded like a kettle. Aubrey stared at the diverse assortment of teacups and teapots precariously balanced on water pipes, upside-down faucets, and stacked up on little tables scattered randomly about the room. There were papers tacked to another wall, scribbled with what looked like plans and blueprints, entire sections filled with flowing handwriting. "Who's here?" The same voice sounded.
"Get out of your kitchen and come see, you ridiculous child!" White Rabbit yelled, rubbing the sides of his head, trying desperately to stave off his headache. There was a sudden clatter of metal and a crash of porcelain before a head of messy head of pink hair revealed itself, followed by the stumbling body it was attached to.
It was a boy a
Aubrey in Wonderland V"Tea Party Brigade?" Aubrey repeated in a whisper as the group crept through the Technicolor forest, quieter since the encounter with the gryphon.
"An activist force against the Duchess." The White Rabbit said, as the girl learned that is how he was addressed.
"She took over Wonderland, you see." Sir Corvin continued, walking behind Aubrey. "Overthrew the Queen of Hearts and has been subjecting her own reign of terror since. She doesn't let anyone do what she believes is unsavory." The last word came out as a sneer. "If you offend her, she beats you then fills your wits with pepper."
"Pepper?" Aubrey asked.
"To the brim." The White Knight went on. "Horrid amounts of the stuff. It's how she controls you."
"And you can't sneeze either." Willy interjected.
"Of course not. She absolutely hates that, in addition to everything else." Sir Corvin nodded.
"So why am I going to this Brigade?"
"Are you going to keep asking questions the entire way?" The dormouse grumbled, almost inaudibly since h
Aubrey in Wonderland IVAll the while, falling down the hole, Aubrey could only think of one thing. "Mother was right." She said, looking around at the assortment of knickknacks and bric-a-brac that seemed to fall up from her. "This is an awfully long fall."
Since Aubrey was born, Alice had told her of the many fantastical adventures she had as a young girl. With such detail and excitement the stories were recalled that of course Aubrey believed that her mother was telling her of real life experiences, despite what some other people said. She knew the tales frontwards, backwards, and sideways.
And yet, there was something different.
As Aubrey continued to descend, the strangely suspended objects changed. The books she knew were there had clumps of pages torn out. Globes of a not so foreign land, Wonderland, had areas smeared out as if smudged with black paint.
It worried Aubrey until she saw an old photograph. Reaching out to grab it, she saw it was one of her mother, the black and white image showing a smili
Aubrey in Wonderland IIIThe day really was beautiful. The heat of summer was comfortably waning with the end of the afternoon, making the shadows stretch far across the garden. The bright blossoms of carnations swayed below tangles of wild roses that clung to the back wall of the house. Clusters of lavender and heather clumped in purple bunches, and tall hedges lined the edges, leading the way down a stone paved walkway to a small pond that Victor had dug by himself as a birthday present to Alice.
Aubrey twirled among the flowers, giggling at how her skirt frilled out in a big circle around her. In the past, the neighborhood wives would scorn Alice for letting her daughter wear skirts that only came a few inches past her knee. "Allowing her to wear children's skirts at her age," they would sneer, "it just isn't how things are done."
To this, Alice would politely reply "Things are rarely done the same way more than once."
Victor had taken a seat beneath the large Royal Oak that grew on the very edge of their p
Aubrey in Wonderland II"You're positively insane!" One of the fat men sputtered, his face a bright red. "The things you said in that blasted speech at the university were were were a disgrace to the Crown!" The other men grunted their agreements as they angrily puffed on their pipes and cigars, quickly working to fill the quaint little parlor with noxious smoke. They had been mercilessly grilling Victor, seated quietly before them, for an hour now.
"You must withdraw your statements!" Another one said, causing more grunts to flow.
"Gentlemen," Victor said, his voice as carefully calm as his face was blank, "I do believe that everyone is entitled to their own opin"
"And we'd like you to keep your opinions to yourself!"
Victor turned his head to take a deep breath, trying to avoid the gray cloud hovering about the room. "My only goal is to share, to share ideals, to share the knowledge of a philosophy that could give people the equality they need."
"People should not be equal! There are tho
Aubrey in Wonderland"'You are old, Father William,' the young man said,
'And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head-
Do you think, at your age, it is right?'"
Alice's voice bounced about the attic-turned-painting-studio when she sang as she braided little braids in her daughter Aubrey's shiny blonde hair. She didn't sing particularly well, and at 40 years old, her voice wasn't likely to get any better. But Aubrey loved her mother's songs and Alice never really cared what other people thought of her vocal talent, or lack thereof. Aubrey joined in on the next verse.
"In my youth," Father William replied to his son,
'I feared it might injure the brain;
But now that I'm perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again.'"
Aubrey's voice was as tuned as a fine piano, having got it from her father. They both paused for a giggle before Alice started out again.
"'You are old,' said the youth, 'As I mentioned before,
And have grown most uncommonly fat;
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