The Pool of Tears
“Curiouser and curiouser!” you cry out. You were just sitting by the riverbank, but now everything has gone topsy-turvy. You have eaten a magic cake and grown so tall that your head hit the ceiling of the hall! In your sadness, you cried gallons of tears, creating a large pool on the floor.
But now, holding the White Rabbit's fan in your hand, you are shrinking rapidly! You drop the fan just in time to stop disappearing altogether, but you are now only two feet high. Splash! You fall chin-deep into salty water. It is the pool of tears you wept when you were a giant!
“I wish I hadn’t cried so much!” you say, paddling around. “I shall be punished for it now, I suppose, by being drowned in my own tears! That will be a queer thing, to be sure!” just then, you hear a splashing nearby.