Alice in W. Part 3

Chapter 3: Building Up The Mystery

The Caterpillar wasn’t the only creature Alice came to know while wandering around Wonderland. In fact, she had not gone much father before she came across two more Wonderland characters who were currently having tea party on the lawn area of a house with a chimney shaped like ears and the roof thatched in fur: one was called the March Hare and the other, the Mad Hatter. They were accompanied by a Dormouse who was cradled in his sleep in a big teacup.

The table was a large one, but the three were all crowded together at one corner of it: `No room! No room!’ they cried out when they saw Alice coming. `There’s plenty of room!’ said Alice indignantly, and she sat down in a large armchair at one end of the table and decided to join them for tea. However, she soon found out that there’s no way that a normal conversation would happen since the duo has long been inebriated (with tea) since the debut of Michael Jackson’s white gloves.

“Have some wine,” the March Hare said in an encouraging tone.

Alice looked all round the table, but there was nothing on it but tea. “I don’t see any wine,” she remarked.

“There isn’t any,” said the March Hare.

“Then it wasn’t very civil of you to offer it,” said Alice waspishly.

“It wasn’t very civil of you to sit down without being invited,” said the March Hare.

“Ok. Point taken,” she said grumbled, and then as if remembering something, “Did you happen to see a white rabbit passed by?”

“I didn’t go anywhere,” sniffed the March Hare.

“You’re a hare,” pointed out Alice, then turned to slap the Mad Hatter’s gloved hand away from her hair.

“Your hair wants cutting,” Mad Hatter said.

“What? Well, you ought to learn how to keep your hands to yourself, mister,” Alice lectured, “It is very rude.”

The Hatter opened his eyes very wide on hearing this; but all he said was, “Rapunzel’s hair wants cutting too.”

“Aye, Aye,” nodded the March Hare, “Just like the 3 little pigs wants to cut a piece of that Gingerbread house.”

“No, no, no,” the Hatter protested, “It was the Queen that wants cutting…” then before continuing he sipped delicately at the teacup where the Dormouse is, put it down, fixed his eyes on Alice and then motioned one gloved hand across his neck as if slicing it.

Alice’s body shivered. At this point, she was infinitely creeped out partly by the Hatter’s weirdness, but mostly of the latter’s sense of fashion.

 ”Didn’t he know that the raccoon eyes is already passe’?, Alice thought indignantly, as she was leaving, “And my goodness! He just killed that funky hat with that awful hair! Made him look like a cross between Jack White and Dr. Seuss. Oh the horror, the horror!” 

 Next Chapter - The Freaky Twins Appear 

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Precious Chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2