Once, there was a girl named Alice. She followed a rabbit down its hole and found a wonderful world, not like anything else, but she was not pleased by this.
Knowing the mysterious powers of the mushrooms in that world, she shrunk herself into a tiny creature, and went to the rabbits carrot garden. There, she dug and dug all night, making small houses and playmates, formed as weird animals; some were huge lions with duck heads, others were pandas with cow legs. Anything you can imagine.
But still, this little girl was not pleased with playmates made of clay, and thus she gave each and everyone of them a small kiss. Suddenly, every creature started moving and dancing of joy around the little girl, thanking her for their new won life.
Alice lived many pleasant years in this world, giving it the name Carrot Valley from all the carrots that surrounded them and were their houses.
Still today, the creatures of Carrot Valley are talking about the little girl and how she gave them life, thanking her from the bottom of their hearts.













Comments
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"A bond may seem like a beautiful thing from the outside...but if those involved see it as a burden, it's nothing but a shackle." - Isuzu Rin
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"How do you call yourself?"
-Hercule Poirot.
N i agree, i like it very much :3
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Every book has an adventure waiting to be explored, and if youre to lame to read those books then youre stupid and I wasted my valuable reading time telling you this.
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"How do you call yourself?"
-Hercule Poirot.
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White Americans, what?
Got nothing better to do?
Why don't you kick yourself out?
You're an immigrant too.
Thank you so much :"3
This is the best comment I've ever got on anything.
<3
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"How do you call yourself?"
-Hercule Poirot.
Gosh, I feel so priveleged. xD
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White Americans, what?
Got nothing better to do?
Why don't you kick yourself out?
You're an immigrant too.
I have something like that?
By god, that's amazingly cool.
Thank you ^^
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"How do you call yourself?"
-Hercule Poirot.
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