One delightful day, under a light blue sky with fluffy clouds that seemed to frolic among themselves, I went out to an old beech tree and placed my magic satchel down by the roots. It looked like a bag made from an oriental carpet. I opened its wide mouth and pulled out a fawn colored angora rabbit. Very cute. Tuffs of hair dangled from his upright ears. I gave him a hug, then I plopped him down on the grass.

I didn’t know in advance that’s what I’d pull out. I never do. I learned to go with the flow. I imposed my will upon the magic and it imposed its will upon me. That’s how we had an adventure without falling back into the mundane.

Next, I pulled out a shrinking potion. That’s what it said it was in big words right on the label. Hmm. Then, I plucked out a portable pocket portal, a modified carpenter’s belt, and a book of Handy Spells. I put the potion and the portal in the belt before I looped it around my waist.

As I suspected, the cute little fluffy rabbit had started to dig a hole as I was pulling out items from the bag. “Right,” I confirmed with him. “We are going to Wonderland.” After I said the words I opened the book of spells. It turned right to the page I needed. I read aloud:

_Whatever you’re digging,_

_The zagging, the zigging,_

_You finish your deed_

_With incredible speed _

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The book had a blank spot with an underline where I put in “whatever you’re digging, the zagging, the zigging.” It made my heart rate speed up to have to make up part of the spell.

Spells could go wildly awry. That’s why I liked to use other kinds of magic props if I could. I closed the spell book and put it in a pouch that was attached to my belt. When I looked over at the long-haired rabbit, he was already gone down into the burrow he’d just dug. “That’s that, then.” I opened the bottle of shrink-me and took a gulp. It shrunk me down small as the rabbit. With a little whistle I set off for my own adventure and leaped down the rabbit hole.