He stepped into a new world of magic and mystery. He still had the looking glass in his hand from when he’d stepped through the looking glass. What a colourful wonderful world of eccentricity. Little fat blueberries as tall as his knee came wobbling over. They really were very blue - such sad faces one was even crying.

He asked them why they were so sad but they carried on past without a second glance.

“Because they’re blue berries, silly, that’s why.” Said a most beautiful young woman in a gorgeous ball gown.

“You look so beautiful. What a beautiful dress!” He said. And she twirled then followed with a curtsy. I’m on my way to the ballroom. Would you like to come? You do have to be careful not to get hit. Tennis balls aren’t quite as bad as baseballs though.”