I've just had the amazing pleasure of seeing Alice in Wonderland, Tim Burton's version of the film, that is. Loved it. Dark, romantic, and halarious. Everything that is Burton and more~! Anyway, I love the Hatter and I love Alice. Here, this is a random story. Enjoy!
Why a Raven Is Like a Writing Desk, Louise Scarlet
The wind slowly blew across the glistening green grass. Two figures, one in a blue lace dress and the other in a familiar wacky suit, lay in a blanket of the soft blades humming silly tunes and imagining the impossible.
"One day," Alice began, "I may very well make a new constellation by rearranging the stars."
"I," said the Hatter, "can imagine I'll drink the Milky Way."
"What will it taste like?" Alice asked.
"Chocolate milk and tea with a smaggling of honeydew."
Alice giggled.
"And what will your constellation be of?" The Hatter inquired. Alice thought a moment.
"A large elephant riding a unicycle."
The Hatter nodded dreamily, a laugh slipping through his lips.
Alice intertwined her fingers with the Hatter's, rolling over on her side to look at him.
"I've been pondering it for some time now," she said.
"How you'll change the stars? A ladder, maybe," he suggested, his eyes still fixed firmly on the velvet sky.
"No. Why a raven is like a writing desk."
"Oh," the Hatter replied. He turned on his side to face the girl lying beside him. "What have you come up with?"
Alice grinned, touching his cheek absentmindedly with her hand.
"Nothing." She answered calmly. The Hatter began to laugh wildly, Alice joining in with her own loud chuckling.
"Have you been wearing my hat?" He asked when he wasn't busy guffawing or gasping violently for air.
Eventually their laughs died down and the two lay side by side again in the grass.
"I've thought of something else. It's a bit…peculiar." Seeing the Hatter's face light up at her words, she quickly corrected herself. "Not the good kind of peculiar, mind you."
The Hatter nodded and allowed her to continue.
"Well, perhaps the raven and the writing desk are more like us than each other. You are the writing desk. You stay put in one place, but so many wonderful things are thought and so many creative words are writ when someone's by you. Words that change people's lives, people's hearts, people's dreams."
The Hatter smiled, his dreamy eyes glistening.
"And I," Alice resumed, "am the raven. I am always going from one place to the next. I am flighty, for my friends can never rely on when I will be around for them. Even when I am not in Underland, I am traveling."
"The bear that says its fur is dull is the prettiest of them all." The Hatter cackled.
"Oh I am a bear now, am I?" Alice questioned.
The Hatter sat up.
"Not all ravens are flighty. Some may stay in one place forever."
"Oh? Then perhaps the writing desk is where a man shall sit and write of this never-moving raven."
The Hatter pulled Alice to his body, and kissed the top of her head of blonde, curly hair.
"I wish you would stop traveling." He said, still hugging her tightly. "Might cranberries be best served with a lathering of lavender?"
"Will counting the sheep backwards cause you to wake up?"
"Can a killer whale sing songs like humming bird?"
"May a woman in trousers run faster than a man in dress?"
The Hatter grinned wickedly.
"Would you like to find out?"
They began another uncontrollable fit of laughter, their breathless gasps and hollers heard well throughout the forest of Underland. The two friends, Alice and the Hatter, the raven and the writing desk, hand in hand forever more.
Any thoughts? Suggestions? Confusion? (I'll bet!) Feel free to review, I seek to improve. Thanks! ~Louise