Take two main characters from two different books (either fiction or nonfiction) and introduce them to, or have them meet, each other. What would happen next?
Jo March was gifted with a vivid and varied imagination. How she loved writing plays, creating characters that she and her sisters turned into performances during the cold, grey days of winter. Her imagination often took her to the world of pirates and brigands, to historical scenes in faraway lands. It was a refuge for her from the horrors of the Civil War that had taken her doctor father away from them. Meg was busy growing up, Beth was sweet and ghosted about the house being helpful, and Amy was consumed with her own beauty and her art. Jo had different ideas. She wanted to experience life in a much more exciting way.
One summer day, as she swung idly in the hammock, she drifted off to sleep with the words of the story of Alice in Wonderland in mind: “Off with her head!” as poor Alice wandered through the Queen’s croquet game.
It wasn’t long before Jo came face to face with the dreaded Red Queen, who ended up being far more beautiful than Jo had pictured her. But her temper was just as foul, if not worse!
“Who? Who is this strange creature who has dared to come into my game! Grab her! Off with her head!” screeched the Queen.
“No such thing!” declared Jo. I don’t know how I got here, and I don’t want to be here, and I think you are quite the most dreadful creature I’ve ever seen! You’ll not be taking off my head, you cardboard character!”
Upon which, the Queen drew herself up to her full dignity, glared at Jo, and raised her croquet mallet.
“Why, you brazen hussy, how dare you! I’ll knock your head of myself, and THEN we’ll see who is in charge here! Hold her! Hold her still!”
But Jo darted easily through the Queen’s Guard, reaching down and scooping up the birds from the ground and hurling them at the guards and the Queen as she made her escape through giant hoops. Fleet of foot, she ran into the surrounding hedges and finally into the woods, and when she felt she’d put sufficient distance between herself and the weird characters she’d left behind, she stopped to investigate her surroundings.
From a nearby tree, stretched across a lower branch, a huge calico cat grinned at her. His teeth glittered in the dappled light of the woods, and he seemed to be laughing.
“Poor Jo,” he purred, your adventures have only just begun!”
“Pah!” Jo spat back at him. ” I’m waking up from this ridiculous dream right now! Goodbye!”
And she did.