User blog:Ronchellster/Hunting in Wonderland.

I approach her and ask:

- What are you doing?

- Following you, waiting for you to notice me ... and eventually fall in love with me.

- Seriously girl, you been drinking? - A look on her face already told me that it would not matter if she was drunk or not so I did what anyone in my position would do: I hit her with the umbrella.

...

Later I left her tied to a chair blindfolded.

- If you wanted to play was just having asked. - I had cat grass surroundings it all which made her all wet. - Hey, I'm ready ... I can start whenever you want.

- I'll do anything yes, but first you have to tell me one thing: that hole you left?

- What? - She asked.

- I know you came from Wonderland, what I know is that hole you used to come here.

She was silent for a minute, but then said everything as much detail as was possible.

- I said it all, now give a dick, I WANNA The DIIIIIIICK !!!

- I'll give you one when I get back.

- When you return? - She shakes her frantically chair. - Where are you going?

- I'll hunt.

My father wrote about Wonderland. For some unknown reason he spent a season there and wrote about his experience, he gave me the notes after my mother died, although later she came back (long story). The point is that I see this knowledge as an opportunity I intend not pass up.

I asked a few favors to friends, borrow some money to get everything I needed: A rifle with tranquilizer darts, water fishing net, a camouflaged sheet, rope, twine, knife, supplies, gloves, tranquilizer darts, mask, trap for bear cat grass and my iron umbrella, always useful.

I take the things and take to the hole that the cat showed me. Put the cat grass just across the street and let the aroma cave in, the Cheshire Cats are the host of Wonderland