“All faith is False, all Faith is true: Truth is the shattered mirror strown In myriad bits; while each believes his little bit the whole to own.” ― Richard Francis Burton

So entering Wonderland was something. The map when asked for something of value showed. What looked like grouping of bottles inside a castle dungeon? However, the six of us were tired of riding donkeys. And I am sure the donkey pulling Mr. Flashman was tired too.

So we found the first town and looked for a place to stay the night. There was a doctor, which we got Mr. Flashman to. The reason we did not get him to a doctor in the blue and pink world? We were kind of freaked out by Blue and Pink people, to be honest.

With Mr. Flashman in a comfortable bed. The rest of us had a bit of time to relax in a comfortable Inn called the Prancing Pony. Now here was the wild part. We were eating and drinking when in walked in four dwarf or midgets. Ender was kind of surprised and asked where they were from? Some place called the Shire. Not sure where that was, we looked at the map. And discovered that now there was more detail on the treasure of bottles.

So forgetting about what the bartender had said. About the four midgets called half lings. Ender gathered the five without Mr. Flashman.

Together we made a decision to look at the castle before the sun went down. Setting out, we made a small forest right outside the castle and looked at it. A sign again, something to welcome to the land of Harts, was posted again with a warning. About off with your head or something to that effect.

The castle had a small army stationed outside of it with an enlistment sign. The sign read. DO you play CARDS?

The obvious answer was yes and no. Meaning Ender played cards, and the bear did not. So we went closer to examine what was happening.

There was this noise lady with a big head yelling to punish those that signed up playing cards. Why? It is too early to say.

The five of us went back to the Prancing Pony to decide how to get into the castle. The obvious was to enlist and steal into the dungeon and get the treasure of bottles. Now the question was, what were in the bottles?

More potions for translating languages? Healing people? The only for sure thing was the map seemed to be truthful at finding treasure.

After a decision that tomorrow Ender and the bear cook would enlist, we all retired to our room. Did we want to play like the night before? Of course. This time it was a group game. We played all night and into the wee hours of the morning. Our glistening bodies hot due to the room being a bit smaller than normal. We moved and moved. We were wild. We were noisy. We played and played. Until we all had had enough game of tag. We went to bed. This section is for that one reader who says, I do not how to write romance into my stories.

The next day at breakfast we heard there had been attempted murder of the half lings. We ate and after checking on Mr. Flashman at the doctor’s office; we went to enlist. At first we thought we were in the wrong place. For instead of a small big-headed queen yelling about no card playing, there was a king playing cards with his army men. Well, his men. And they were all dressed as playing cards. A bit of an oddity.

We were ushered in when we said we wanted to enlist. Before we could say boo. They dealt us a hand of cards.

The man in charge looks like a king blurted out. “Lets play a game.”

So we were dealt a hand of cards. Now the proper question was what we were playing?

Ender thought poker. The cook, thought Uno. And the dealer? Well, the king decided we were playing something else.

Well, we played a game of Gold fish. You mean Go fish? No, Gold fish. A wild game of poker, Go fish, and similar to Dragon Poker.

So the issue was the beating. We only had a golden a statue. And well, a king had whatever he had.

The bets happened, and finally we won. Instead of taking several chocolate coins, which evidently was from the Queens chocolate factory. We asked for a chance at the bottles in the dungeon.

So instead of having to enlist in the army, we two went back to the Prancing Pony with seven bottles.

The reality was the bottle old labels were peeling off and well. Whatever, the translator potion did not translate the language.

So? When we got back to the Inn. There was this guy with a pointy hat. Asking about the halfling. I explained what I had heard about the night before and he was about to go off. When he noticed the bottles from the cook’s bag.

Taking a one he read it. Place on bread and eat me if you want to grow big. I wrote that down quickly. The next was drink me if you want to be small. So I wrote that down too. The other five he labeled as well. For this he asked if he could have the one which he said he translated from ancient Atlantis. Instead, I asked if we could split the potion if he would translate what it meant. He agreed.

The potion was a drink of invisibility. Kind of handy for us treasure hunters. So off went the man with a pointy hat with part of the potion bottle, and we got ready to go.