Seeking Out Paradise

Not this place again. It looks even worse than before and I swear that flower tried to eat me.

Why has nothing made sense since I woke up in this crazy place. And not just this crazy place either but the other crazy place that's less crazy.

No, I don't want any tea, or vials of liquid, or cakes. I don't want clocks or cards, or croquet. I just want a way to get away from all this craziness still my usual size and with my head intact where it belongs. I'm hungry and tired of running. I won't even chase that rabbit if I see him again

I don't want to play, but I guess I don't have much choice.

Mr. Cat, if you're still here, please tell me what to do. I'm afraid whether I win or lose, I'm still going to lose.