Six Impossible Things, Alice

"One," she spoke aloud to herself as she had the day she defeated the Jabberwocky, "there is a potion that can make you shrink."

"Two: there is cake that can make you grow."

She paused briefly, details of her adventure had been ebbed away in the time she had returned, and only came to her in sleep. She tried to make herself remember what came next.

"Three," she hesitated, "Animals can talk."

"Four, cats can disappear."

She felt a bit more confident now. After remembering four, the last two couldn't possibly be too difficult.

"Five, there is a place called Wonderland," she paused briefly, glancing at her reflection in a looking glass, "and number six, I can slay the Jabberwocky!"

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