We'd made it through the woods, Daupin our old blood hound kept at our heels, when suddenly a rabbit sprinted across our path and ol' Daupin took chase. We followed close behind, and the little white Rabbit led us to a dusty saloon out in the boonies. We stepped through the swinging doors into a Japanese bordello where geishas were serving green tea to courtesans on silk pillows. On the back wall sat a rabbit, no ordinary rabbit, Six feet tall, almost seven with his ears. Daupin ran up and found a place to nestle at his feet.
I turned to you and said "Where are we? How did we get here?"
You laughed and smiled.
"Everything needn't be labeled, Let it be"
In the distance a train whistle sounded and I knew you were right.