BACKGROUND: You’re someone/something in wonderland. Alice is wondering about and happens upon you. (This is more of the Disney washed version of Alice but, you win some you lose some.)

I walk around some purple bushes. They have a bizarre smell, almost like buttered toast. I look closer and tea-cups sprout up and begin filling with yellow… “Tea? Or is it butter… but tea goes in a tea cup so it wouldn’t much make sense to fill it with butter.” I am just thinking aloud.