By Grace Crook

The child who is not embraced by the village will burn it down to feel its warmth. - African Proverb.

Who will love someone quite like me?

I slipped down the rabbit hole again

Forget the red pill, I chose the 

Eat Me cakes. You didn’t have to tell me twice!

The feeble Lilliputians scrambled to get away from the soles of my silky feet

The globes of my elegant knees stretched like the skin of a drum, and I smiled. 

Their hurried panic was like the way ants wriggle when you find their little colony, which is 

Funny. I always knew you were all so beneath me. 

The women and children ran first. The town was pandemonium!

Men and fathers pricking me with their forks and scalding me with their little torches 

Until eventually they all gave up and went inside and the kids climbed out from under the 

table and kettles boiled and people started singing again 

And got on with whatever they did before I got there. Without me

And waited for me to jump down the hole again.