♫ 012
[Please enjoy your Cheshire Cat, looking a bit worse for wear if that smear of blood is any indication- a bit of tacky blood marking a cut that seems to be someone's failed attempt at slicking off an ear.
Because that old woman couldn't cut off his tail with a carving knife, they were the next best thing.]
So it seems I'm capable of a dog's sort of job after all.
[A small smile, holding up a slightly battered hat, quite a feminine thing- most definitely not his.]
Mistress.
I have your hat.
Because that old woman couldn't cut off his tail with a carving knife, they were the next best thing.]
So it seems I'm capable of a dog's sort of job after all.
[A small smile, holding up a slightly battered hat, quite a feminine thing- most definitely not his.]
Mistress.
I have your hat.