TITLE: Mad as a Hatter
BY: Moronic-Muffin
RATING: G
SUMMARY: Hare and Hatter get bored and try writing down things on paper.
OTHER: Today is Friday!
Hatter and Hare stood around the Dormouse, conversing about the usual things.
"Why IS a raven like a writing desk?" Hatter asked, sipping tea.
"Ask that riddle one more time and I'll break your neck." Hare sighed, resting his chin on his hands. "I'm getting rather bored of that one. Make up a new one."
"Well," Hatter frowned, setting down the cup. "You needn't be such a jerk about it. Anyways, I'm getting rather bored period. Wanna do something else?"
Hare raised an eyebrow. "Well, what else is there to do? Drink tea, ask nonsense riddles…what about this: Why are you always so crazy?"
"That's because I like being mad." the hat-maker answered. "That one was stupid. It had a answer."
"Indeed."
"I have an excellent idea! And it doesn't involve treacle!"
"I likes the treacle…" said the Dormouse in it's sleep.
"We can use this pen and this paper and write stuff!"
Hare frowned. "I'm not sure…what do we write about?"
"I want to write about my name." Hatter said. He wrote in clean, neat handwriting:
THE MAD HATTAR
He looked back to examine his work. "I do believe I've spelled something wrong." He mumbled, scribbling the name out. He tried again:
THE MAD HATTER
He
looked over his work again, smiling with pride. "Look, Hare! I've
spelled my name! Correctcly and perfectly! Let's see…." He
took the paper again, and wrote something else:
MAD AS A HATTER
"See,
Hare? I can make little sayings with my name! Let's see if Alice
can do THAT…"
Hare frowned. "Let me see that pen."
Hatter held it infront of his face. "Do you see it?"
Hare sighed and wrenched the pen from the white gloved hand, and the Hatter sulkily went back to his seat across the table. Hare wrote on the paper:
THE MARCH HARE
Hare looked at it, pleased. "I can write my name too."
"But I can make a little saying with MINE…" Hatter bragged, picking up the Dormouse and putting it into a teapot.
Hare frowned. If Hatter could make a saying, so could he.
After some minutes of writing, he handed the paper to Hatter.
MARCH AS A HARE
Hatter frowned. "It…it doesn't have the same ring. I like mine better."