Alice entered through a small door into a large field full of flowers of every color she could name and then more. She had, had a rough journey here, first she had drank a bit from a small bottle of Pishsalver which had turned her tiny as a dormouse, then after getting to Underland she had fallen into a small puddle, so her dress was all muddy and her hair was wet from the water splashing into it. "I wonder, how Mirana is doing these days," she thought out loud. Alice then heard a rustle in the grass, "Probably a rocking horsefly." she thought silently, trying not to be too loud in case it was something or someone else.