On a sunny afternoon (as most were in Wonderland), one very merry un-birthday tea party was being held outside the home of the Mad Hatter and the March Hare. The trees were rustling in a way that was typically un-rhythmatic of Wonderland. A small group of mome raths that had somehow lost their way from Tulgey Wood made their own small indescribable sounds as they wandered past the gathering.

"T'was brillig and the slithy toves did gyre and gimble in the wabe.
All mimsy were the borogoves and the mome raths outgrabe..."

"Oh Cheshire Cat! I haven't the slightest clue what that means, nor have I ever. Please, oh, please tell me this story in words I can understand this time?" Alice interrupted the Cat as he had begun to tell the tale of Frabjous day as he had so many times before. However, the Mad Hatter simply wouldn't stand for it.

"Now, now Alice! Lets not spoil the magic in the tale!" He scolded. "Let Cheshire continue and just you settle down with some more tea!" The Hatter began to pour some tea into a beautiful yet slightly cracked teacup.

"That's quite lovely, Hatter but no thank you, I'm afraid I haven't the thirst for any more tea." Alice chirped, hoping wholeheartedly yet simultaneously doubting that this comment would be taken well by those at the tea party. Her hopes were in vane as the three tea obsessives: The Mad Hatter, The March Hare and The Dormouse chimed in unison:

"THERE'S ALWAYS ROOM FOR MORE TEA!"

"Yes, yes. Of course. Silly me!" Alice sang in her tone of false humility. The last thing she wanted to do was cause an upset.

"If you're all quite finished I'd like to finish what I was saying..." The Cheshire Cat purred. The others piped down and turned to Cheshire with expressions of intrigue. He continued "Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch! He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought- So rested he by the Tumtum tree, and stood awhile in thought." Thought they had heard this story many a time before, they were still mesmerized by how he told it. The Cheshire Cat continued and finished the story with poetic flair.

Alice had yet to learn the true meaning of such a story. To everyone else at the table that tale was a true piece of their history, and one that shaped Wonderland. One day Alice would understand this.

I wasn't very confident writing this but I thought I'd have a go. Hope it was good. Will update when I get a chance.