We were driving along when suddenly we were warped through time. My daughter, who was dressed in a white rabbit suit from the play Alice in Wonderland that she had just performed in, seemed to turn into a real white rabbit before my eyes. And I wasn't in my car anymore, I was in a horse drawn carriage!
This began my own story of Jack in Wackoland!
The rabbit sitting beside me was talking about the values of a good carrot. It had to be just so. Not too sweet, not too bitter. The crunchy ones were generally better, but the older rabbits had to eat the softer ones because of their old teeth. However the very best carrots came from the garden of a lesser known prince. In fact if it weren't for the carrots the prince wouldn't be known at all. The queen doesn't like to be second best at anything. So every time she hears that the prince's carrots are better than hers she fires the gardener, gets a new one and forces the prince to have the old one.
The prince does his gardening alone usually, but he doesn't mind the helping hand every once in a while.
I wasn't really paying attention to him, but I thought I should find out where we were. So while he sucked in another breath, I managed to get an, "Excuse me" in. Having his attention I asked him where we were.
Indignantly he replied, "Why, don't you know where we are? This is the only place there is after all."
"Well no, you silly rabbit, if I knew where we were why would I ask?"
"Why of course we're in Trix land." The rabbit replied, "but I'm afraid that's about to change to Wackoland."
"Why ever for?" I asked, "Trix land is a marvelous name!"
"Oh . . . well . . . the old queen I was telling you about?"
"Yes?"
"She died, and well . . . it is customary for the new queen to name the land something new!"
"Oh! Who is the new queen anyway?"
"Well," the rabbit replied, "she is the wisest queen known to Wackoland! Her name is Kate, I believe. Yes, yes, it is Kate."
"Kate!" I gasped. That is the name of my daughter! Could it be? No, it wouldn't be Kate.
"Do you know where my daughter is?" I asked.
"Well, what is your daughter's name?"
"Kate," I replied.
"Well then your daughter must be the queen." He said.
"Not my daughter" I replied, surprised that he would think that a ten year old could be queen. "We just got here."
"Well if she's not queen then she must not be Kate, for the queen's name can not be shared!"
"Well then, Kate must be queen because I know she would not give up her name. Let's go to the queen's palace!"
"The queen's palace!" The poor rabbit gasped out like it was saying its last words. "No one goes there and ever comes out! It has been rumored that they are all hanged!"
"My daughter wouldn't do that," I replied, "or I would ground her!"
"Well since you are so sure of yourself, then let's go. I kind of want to see the palace anyway!"
When we got to the palace I found out my daughter was queen!
There was a man there that told us that to get home we'd have to click our heels together and say HOCUS POCUS! Then we were supposed to say there is no place like home!
Now that we are home I asked Kate how she became queen.
She replied, "I just got there and they said, 'Oh, so you're the new queen!'"
And we lived happily ever after.