You manage to squeeze your still thin body out of the high chair you're in and make a break for it. "Wait, Dearie!" The Mad Hatter yells, but you are long gone. "Should we go after her?" The hare asks. "Nah. She just doesn't know she's a baby yet. Give her time, soon she'll be begging for milk!"
You find yourself running into a forest, zigzagging between the trees, trying to lose them, not realizing they weren't chasing you. You start to run out of steam, panting as you reach a clearing. You lay down on a bed of flowers, hoping to catch your breath.
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