△May 3rd-Someone has slipped something into Tilly's tea and she's grown huge. She can't seem to find any antidote and spends the whole day being a giant.
One morning I woke up, sunlight streaming in and pooling in little lagoons around my rumpled bedcovers and collecting in heaving drops on Kimblewick's and Cloud Cat's fur and whiskers as they snoozled up beside me. My eyelashes knitted together and I was still a teensy bit tired from dear Alice's birthday party, it was such fun and I hid so far away at the end, I spent most of the day finding my way home. I still had the bunch of bluebells in my hair from that night; they were quite rumpled and sad-looking so I put them in a teacup of water. The sky was periwinkle, so deep if I looked too much it felt as though I would float away, it would envelope me and I would never return, so I tried not to look up too much when I threw open the windows.
Then, very suddenly, I felt a large vibration, a shaking of the earth that made the napping Cloud Cat's ears perk up. I froze, and it happened again, and again, faster and stronger now. Alarmed, I dressed in a flash of soft pink fabric and hurried blue shorts, no time to dress up now, I still had my bedtime socks on when I ran outside, the cats at my feet, tucking a posey into my wheat hair as I went. I gasped and the kitties backed away quickly when they saw what was on the horizon and coming fast, an enormous girl taller than the highest trees I'd ever seen, running this way, earth shaking as she came. As she neared, I recognised her and gasped.
"Tilly!" For a moment I thought she'd run right over me but she stopped, clearly distressed. A frazzled-looking Elsie sprinted after her.
"Wendy!" She cried.
"Goodness, what happened?" I asked.
Elsie panted as she slowed and stopped beside me, explaining, "She ate something... some bad cake I think... and she just grew!" Tilly stared down at us, looking distraught.
"Is that Wendy?" She asked. "Oh, I can hardly see or hear you!" She finished with a wail.
"Maybe she needs to eat something else?" I suggested. Elsie's eyes lit up.
"Yes! Yes, DON'T WORRY TILLY!" She bellowed, loud as she could. "WE'LL JUST FIND YOU SOMETHING ELSE TO EAT!" But Tilly didn't seem to hear; she had started crying; gargantuan tears plummeted to the ground, soaking us as they hit.
While Elsie tried to get her sister's attention I raced inside to find a cupcake. Tilly had stopped crying when I came out again with the little sweet. Tilly let me climb onto her hand and lifted me up gingerly, opening up her mouth wide to let me toss the cake in, which was tiny in comparison.
"It's not working!" She said nervously.
"Don't worry!" Elsie called up from long below. "We'll just go looking for more food! More and more until you're back to normal Tilly!"
"I'll help!" I chimed.
Tilly gave a small smile. "Thank you Wendy,"
So we did. Countless cakes, honey biscuits, tiny strawberries, sweet sugared almonds and a spoonful of jam from Hatter's tea party, a doughnut with white icing and more, most scrumptious treats anyone could think of but none of it seemed to be helping as we scurried about Wonderland dazedly.
"Maybe," Elsie, who was perched on Tilly's shoulder now, "We're thinking about this the wrong way. Maybe instead of sweets we need something not sweet. I know Darlene usually has these lovely star-shaped crackers. Or maybe you need to drink something, Tills. Giselle makes a lovely herbal tea."
"What a good idea," I said.
Tilly nodded, still looking downcast.
"Don't worry, Tilly," Elsie said. "We won't igve up til you're normal-sized again."