It's a sunny summer day. The sky is bright and blue and cloudless, and little Adra is sprawled under the lone oak tree in the field behind their house, reading Alice in Wonderland. The librarian had said it was too difficult for her to read, but she checked it out anyway, because there was a bunny on the cover and lots of pictures inside, and she's glad she didn't listen to that grumpy old man, because once she started reading she fell into Wonderland right alongside Alice.

When she reaches the part with the strange Caterpillar, a gust of wind rifles through her book, and she looks up with a start to find that a few hours have passed already.

Her elbows and back are a little sore; she sits up, careful to keep her place in the book, and stretches.

It's a sunny summer day. The sky is bright and blue and cloudless, and little Adra is sprawled under the lone oak tree in the field behind their house, reading Alice in Wonderland. The librarian had said it was too difficult for her to read, but she checked it out anyway, because there was a bunny on the cover and lots of pictures inside, and she's glad she didn't listen to that grumpy old man, because once she started reading she fell into Wonderland right alongside Alice.

When she reaches the part with the strange Caterpillar, a gust of wind rifles through her book, and she looks up with a start to find that a few hours have passed already.

Her elbows and back are a little sore; she sits up, careful to keep her place in the book, and stretches.

It's a sunny summer day. The sky is bright and blue and cloudless, and Adra is sprawled under the lone oak tree in the field behind their house, reading Alice in Wonderland. The librarian had said it was too difficult for her to read, but she checked it out anyway, because there was a bunny on the cover and lots of pictures inside, and she's glad she didn't listen to that grumpy old man, because once she started reading she fell into Wonderland right alongside Alice.

When she reaches the part with the strange Caterpillar, a gust of wind rifles through her book, and she looks up with a start to find that a few hours have passed already.

Her elbows and back are a little sore; she sits up, careful to keep her place in the book, and stretches.