Tea Party Conversations
Daintily, Alice took out her pocket mirror when she saw that her lips had left a print on her teacup.
"Alice dear, what has distracted you from our conversation?" Asked the Hatter when he noticed.
"Oh pardon me," replied Alice hastily, "I don't mean to be rude, but my sister says a woman's lips should be red as roses."
"Roses?" butted in the Rabbit. "Why would you want your lips to look like food?"
The old Hatter frowned, "Why should I care for the colour of your lips when it is your voice that replies to me?"
Curious now, the Rabbit asked, "Alice, what colour is your voice? Which flower is it? You speak lovely words, my dear, I think your voice must be a carrot."
"Why do you fuss over the colour of your lips so?" Asked the Hatter.
"Well," Alice hesitated (for his question was making her rather self-conscious), "I'm not perfect, I know that, but I would like to try nonetheless."
"What would you happen to be 'trying to be' Alice?" asked the confused bunny, "Are you, by any chance, not Alice? Oh gosh, who are you and what have you done to our lovely Alice?"
"I assure you, Mr Bunny," said the flustered girl, "I am the same Alice who followed you here, the Alice who doesn't have lips the colour of roses or voice of a carrot."
"But you are lovely all the same." Affirmed the Bunny, "Don't you think so, Mr Hatter?"
"No lips are coloured coral, breasts like snow, or eyes like the sun" the Hatter said, "that's unnatural and disturbing. When it comes to things you lack, Alice, it is answered by the things you have."
"Unless you want to look like those who exist as lies," he added a moment later.
And when Alice glanced at the Queen's lips, eyes and breasts this time, she resembled a Clown more than a Queen.
"Alice dear, what has distracted you from our conversation?" Asked the Hatter when he noticed.
"Oh pardon me," replied Alice hastily, "I don't mean to be rude, but my sister says a woman's lips should be red as roses."
"Roses?" butted in the Rabbit. "Why would you want your lips to look like food?"
The old Hatter frowned, "Why should I care for the colour of your lips when it is your voice that replies to me?"
Curious now, the Rabbit asked, "Alice, what colour is your voice? Which flower is it? You speak lovely words, my dear, I think your voice must be a carrot."
"Why do you fuss over the colour of your lips so?" Asked the Hatter.
"Well," Alice hesitated (for his question was making her rather self-conscious), "I'm not perfect, I know that, but I would like to try nonetheless."
"What would you happen to be 'trying to be' Alice?" asked the confused bunny, "Are you, by any chance, not Alice? Oh gosh, who are you and what have you done to our lovely Alice?"
"I assure you, Mr Bunny," said the flustered girl, "I am the same Alice who followed you here, the Alice who doesn't have lips the colour of roses or voice of a carrot."
"But you are lovely all the same." Affirmed the Bunny, "Don't you think so, Mr Hatter?"
"No lips are coloured coral, breasts like snow, or eyes like the sun" the Hatter said, "that's unnatural and disturbing. When it comes to things you lack, Alice, it is answered by the things you have."
"Unless you want to look like those who exist as lies," he added a moment later.
And when Alice glanced at the Queen's lips, eyes and breasts this time, she resembled a Clown more than a Queen.