I thought we might try something a bit more collaborative, as elsewhere. Here's a beginning (if people can't make something out of this....!?)

Alice was getting very tired, but thought that there might possibly be a sign or some other indicator up ahead. It was all very provoking.
"That way is quite helpful," said a voice from above.
She looked up, and saw what appeared to be a large caterpillar smoking a cigarette, sitting on the top of a substantial mushroom.
"Of course," said the caterpillar, "Some people prefer the other way. I myself prefer the first way, because with that G grip you can use your little finger more easily. But don't let me influence you. It depends on what suits you best." He took another drag on his cigarette.
"Listen to him," said another voice, "he is benign, I can sense it."
Alice turned her head, and saw a large cat, laughing, high on a branch of a nearby tree. This was all very curious. "Excuse me," she said, "but I am not really interested in how to hold down a G chord. I am trying---"
"Hmmmfh," said the caterpillar. "And I bet you aren't interested in the history of the banjo either, are you?" Alice thought for a few moments. "I suppose, sir, that I could get interested ---"
"It isn't a question of getting interested or not. You either are interested or you aren't. What kind of banjo did Charley Poole play?"
"I'm sure I don't know, sir."
"ASK MUDCAT!!!!" said two somewhat intertwined figures who Alice could make out underneath the tree. Around the neck of one was written Tweedlebert and around the other was Tweedlemax.
Ah, thought Alice. Now we are getting somewhere. "Who is Mudcat?"
"Who is Mudcat?" howled the cat, laughing hysterically to the point where she nearly fell off her perch, "Who is Mudcat???? The child kills me."
Tweedlebert and Tweedlemax conferred with each other for a moment. The caterpillar continued smoking. The cat continued, though it seemed for a moment as if its body was getting a little translucent. Perhaps it was a virtual cat, though the smile seemed real enough.
Tweedlebert then said:"My estemmed colleague and I are agreed that if you want to find out who Mudcat is, that you would be best to try that house over there."
Both of them pointed towards a house in a shady grove within sight, but at some distance. Alice could just make out that there was a table set out in front of the house, with one or two figures seated, and others gathering, and there appeared to be musical instruments scattered all about the elegant lawn. She thanked them all, the cat laughing virtually to the vanishing point, the caterpillar looking on benignly, the twin gentlemen nodding and pointing, and she moved along what oddly appeared to be a thread over the ground towards the beckoning house.