IT'S MY LA-LA-LAND(Day 29, NaNoWriMo HWR)

IT'S MY LA-LA-LAND

"Snakes alive! *Cough cough* Where did you appear from, stranger? Creeping up on me like that ! I say, you'll send me to my grave, you will!"

"Cor! A talking caterpillar! How wonderful to meet you, Sir! I'm Alice…how do you do? A very balmy morning, eh?"

"*Puff puff cough*...What's so good about it, anyway? The Queen will roll your head by sundown!"

"Why is that, Sir?"

"Good Lord, you've trespassed her kingdom! You don't know the mad Queen…Ahem! Ahem! I mean Her Royal Highness…you must seek pardon!"

"Not if she doesn't know I'm here. Now if you'll let me uproot some of these plants…"

"Blasphemy! Uproot plants of Wonderland? Over my dead body! I'm the Great Garden of the Queen's Guardian…*hick hick…cough*...the Great Guardian of the Queen's Garden…!"

"Oh come now, caterpillar, you can't be serious! A few plants and I'm off. And nobody will be the wiser. I've even brought along my shears."

"Blimey! Shears?! How did you pass through with a weapon upon you? Who are you, again?"

"Told you, you slimy, slithering worm! Don't get my temper rising or else, I'll slice you into a hundred pieces with these shears."

"Holy Moly…what kind of a monster is this? She's worse than the Queen…*sob sob*"

"Shut up, caterpillar! All the smoking from your infernal pipe has numbed you into remaining a caterpillar all your life! Why didn't you turn into a butterfly and fly away, you cry-baby?!"

"Cursed by the Queen, girl. I've been her prisoner all my life …"

"See the plant over there with purple leaves? Chomp on it and you'll turn into a butterfly. Fly away! Escape!"

No sooner said than done, the caterpillar turned into the most beautiful Monarch Butterfly and as gratitude, gifted Alice her plants from Wonderland.

Pic Courtesy: A picture clicked at Gardens By The Bay during the theme Alice in Wonderland and another of an imitation miniature rock garden with succulents and varicoloured glass pebbles and crystals in a planter created by Yours Truly.

©️ Sangeetha Kamath

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