Feb 09, 2007 17:30
But hark! What terribly delicious irony~! So thick you could cut it with a butter knife!
The story belongs to the little girl who lost her way, but it would seem that I am the one who has fallen through the rabbit hole~ I've found no grinning cat, but I've stumbled upon a cheerful Not-Cat. There seems not to be a Queen of Hearts to govern her lands, but there is a King of Diamonds...
There are no playing-cards, but there are many in masks.
Perhaps they never were. Perhaps they're both late. Perhaps they will be if someone of good fortune is able to finally tell me what o'clock it is. Can't start a party if you haven't a clue when to arrive~!
My room seems to look more and more like home with every tick of the clock--and oh! How the clock ticks away! While I do enjoy tea-time, it's very tedious to stay at six o'clock for as long as I have... With no time to clean the cups between the whiles...
Perchance, would the kitchen here have mock-turtle soup?
hatter the mad