How would you react if you were placed into 'Alice in Wonderland'?
...The Unicorn was going on, when his eye happened to fall upon Alice: he turned round instantly, and stood for some time looking at her with an air of the deepest disgust.
'What -- is -- this?' he said at last.
'This is a child!' Haigha replied eagerly, coming in front of Alice to introduce her, and spreading out both his hands towards her in an Anglo-Saxon attitude. 'We only found it to-day. It's as large as life, and twice as natural!'
'I always thought they were fabulous monsters!' said the Unicorn. 'Is it alive?'
'It can talk,' said Haigha solemnly.
The Unicorn looked dreamily at Alice, and said 'Talk, child.'
Alice could not help her lips curling up into a smile as she began: 'Do you know, I always thought Unicorns were fabulous monsters, too? I never saw one alive before!'
'Well, now that we have seen each other,' said the Unicorn, 'if you'll believe in me, I'll believe in you.'
I do not think I would do well in Wonderland. From the little I know of it, it seems a fairly chaotic place, like an entire country made out of the Midnight Carnival's room of mirrors; there is no constant shape or size to anything, and if you linger there too long, you begin to mistake the reflection of madness for your own mirror image.
I have heard that there is at least one unicorn in Wonderland, and while that should comfort me, I fear that he has been distorted by that world into something ... unnatural. I have yet to meet one of my kind who possesses pockets, after all, let alone hands to place in them. And the character of this unicorn seems rather questionable. He must lead a very strange and lonely life indeed, if he thinks children are monstrous!
I've no wish to judge Wonderland unfairly, however. I have known many beings who really prefer to go among the mad, and if I were more like them, and not so fond of my forest's tranquility, I suppose I would enjoy myself there. And I mustn't neglect to mention the fact that my friend _cheshirecat has never been anything but courteous toward me. If I could travel with him as my guide, I'm certain I would not feel nearly as anxious at the prospect of plunging down a rabbit hole -- or through a looking-glass, for that matter.
Cross-posted to theatrical_muse.
'What -- is -- this?' he said at last.
'This is a child!' Haigha replied eagerly, coming in front of Alice to introduce her, and spreading out both his hands towards her in an Anglo-Saxon attitude. 'We only found it to-day. It's as large as life, and twice as natural!'
'I always thought they were fabulous monsters!' said the Unicorn. 'Is it alive?'
'It can talk,' said Haigha solemnly.
The Unicorn looked dreamily at Alice, and said 'Talk, child.'
Alice could not help her lips curling up into a smile as she began: 'Do you know, I always thought Unicorns were fabulous monsters, too? I never saw one alive before!'
'Well, now that we have seen each other,' said the Unicorn, 'if you'll believe in me, I'll believe in you.'
I do not think I would do well in Wonderland. From the little I know of it, it seems a fairly chaotic place, like an entire country made out of the Midnight Carnival's room of mirrors; there is no constant shape or size to anything, and if you linger there too long, you begin to mistake the reflection of madness for your own mirror image.
I have heard that there is at least one unicorn in Wonderland, and while that should comfort me, I fear that he has been distorted by that world into something ... unnatural. I have yet to meet one of my kind who possesses pockets, after all, let alone hands to place in them. And the character of this unicorn seems rather questionable. He must lead a very strange and lonely life indeed, if he thinks children are monstrous!
I've no wish to judge Wonderland unfairly, however. I have known many beings who really prefer to go among the mad, and if I were more like them, and not so fond of my forest's tranquility, I suppose I would enjoy myself there. And I mustn't neglect to mention the fact that my friend _cheshirecat has never been anything but courteous toward me. If I could travel with him as my guide, I'm certain I would not feel nearly as anxious at the prospect of plunging down a rabbit hole -- or through a looking-glass, for that matter.
Cross-posted to theatrical_muse.