Henry ran and ran and ran until he was sure he was far away from the wrought-iron fence.
He had been so surprised to see two young girls there in the woods, calling that name Henry.
A girl with wild curly hair and a girl with a thin brown ponytail tied with a bow.
When the wild-haired girl had talked to him in that soothing voice, his heart had lifted.
And when she had held her hand for him to sniff, he’d felt comforted.
But when she had lunged toward him, trying to grab him, he’d felt scared.
What if those girls wanted to take him back to Wonderland?
No. He was not going back to Wonderland.
So he had run deeper and deeper into the woods.
Now, as he lay on the mossy ground, his stomach growling with hunger, he wished he could go back and see if there was food in the plastic bowl.
But he would wait.
Those two girls might still be there.