It all began on a normal day, as she was walking through the park. She was admiring the flowers, listening to the birds, all the things you normally do on a nice day in the park. But little did she know her life was about to change for ever ...

It was all the rabbit's fault. Was nobody keeping an eye on the little blighters? So she didn't see the hole. All she knew was that one minute she was savouring the sycamores and the next she was falling head over heels! How big WAS this rabbit? But the strangeness didn't end there. As she dusted herself off she noticed that she was in a corridor, and set off to find out where the hell she was. She followed the sound of some strange discordant music, figuring that had to be the place with the answers.

The noise was coming from 3 blind mice, playing on a tiny stage, in a dingy bar lit by candlelight and the flickering neon over the bar. THere was no sign of the barman or any other punter, come to think of it. But she was thirsty, and the shock of the fall had made her hungry, and on the bar was a cake. A big cupcake, with the words Eat Me on it.

She thought she was being obedient, following the instructions on the cake, but she was soon to learn how naughty girls get punished! It wasn't her cake to eat, just like this story wasn't Lewis Carroll's to adapt (*).

Soon she started to grow. Very big. And very fast. Soon she broke through the soil and found herself 50ft tall standing in the park. There was no sign of the mice. They were long gone. (Or had she squashed them?) People began running away, screaming. Was she having a bad hair day?

She wandered the streets, looking for a place to hide, but at 50ft it wasn't easy. She walked alongside the river, resting against Big Ben for a moment to catch her breath. Today was not going to plan! She would have to head for the millennium dome, a tent big enough for a 50ft Woman to sleep.

What was going to happen now? People were beginning to talk ...

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