DC stepped into the book, dismayed by line of characters
doing unaccountably odd things.  She
tried to find her people in this mass of insanity.  
Someone sprang by on a Pogo Stick.  "I'm late!  I'm late!"
She snagged him. 
"You aren't a rabbit!  This isn't
a rabbit hole!  I don't write
fantasy!"
"Oh dear." 
The man suddenly sprouted long ears. 
His nose twitched.  "Now
you've done it, haven't you?"
He bounded off and disappeared into a hole.
DC blinked.  "Of
course.  My mistake.  This is a Grey world."
She stepped back out and went in search of her own story.
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