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"A crossroad errs"

Alice skipped along the dirt road in the enchanted forest. She was thinking about the fun antics of Mr. Hatter, who she took to be a new friend. The caterpillar was quite pleasant as well, though, she admitted, that is what a good dubie with do to anyone. She wished her kitten, Mr. Fluffley, was there with her in magic land to share these adventures with. As Alice let her mind continue to wander, she thought about her future in regular land. Her mother wanted her to be a dancer, her father wanted her to be a mathematician. Gramma thinks that lawyer is best and Grampa favors doctors. She wished she could make up her mind. She continued to wish this as she came upon a crossroads. A literal one. The road forked three ways.
“How strange. If there was just one more road it could represent my dilemma about my future.” Alice murmured. She then saw Mr. Fluffley in a tree nearby! “Oh Mr. Fluffley! You are here, great glory be, all my wishes are coming true!”
“Yes indeed Alice,” came a deep voice from Mr. Fluffley. Alice was astonished, and wondered if the caterpillar’s drugs had filled the air around her.
“Well, Mr. Fluffley,“ Alice said, “can you speak in magic land just because it is magic here?”
“Yes, indeed that is so.”
“Oh, that is grand. Since you are here, which road should I take? I was thinking the one less traveled.”
“The one less traveled would be quite a cliché. I for one think that it matters not which road you take if you have no clue as to where you are going.” Mr. Fluffley liked to be wise while in magic land.
Alice contemplated his advice. “I don’t think that is true Mr. Fluffley. Even if I don’t know where I am going or where I would like to be going, the road I go down is still important. Someone once told me that a garden unattended will still grow something, even if it is only weeds. Effects come, no matter what, and they will impact me, meaning that it will matter.”
Mr. Fluffley purred. “Yes that is true too. But why does it matter about the road being less traveled? Why do you think you should go down that one if you do not know what is at it’s end? What if it is leads to a crazy fire monster that eats you?”
“Oh, I do not like to get eaten by crazy fire monsters.” Alice pondered and pondered for several minutes. “I suppose that this means that I should just turn around. Are you coming with me Mr. Fluffley?”
“Yes, yes I would love to. Let’s find some dinner. And I think that you should just become an editor or something like that, in case you were still undecided about your future.”
“That sounds swell. Let‘s also get some brownies for after dinner.”
 Alice and Mr. Fluffley gamboled off, leaving the crossroads behind. Just as well, they were all dead ends anyway. Literally. Just a cliff, a pit, and a rock wall.