The Pool of Tears

Arwy Official

"Curiouser and curiouser!" cried Alice, forgetting for a moment that good grammar is most difficult to keep hold of when one is growing at a shocking rate. Her head struck the ceiling of the hall, and still she stretched upward until she was nine feet high. The glass table looked no larger than a toy beside her knee. The little golden key was easy to take now, but the little door was farther from useful than ever. Al…