Alice ran a hand through her hair despairingly.
"Why. Talking to cats and birds, I must be mad." She thought aloud.
The Cat reappeared then, his smile gone, but a ghost of it still lingering.
"Did you say my name, Alice?" He asked, curiosity sparking in his green eyes.
Alice nodded. "I have a question for you."
The Cheshire Cat blinked expectantly at her. "Well, go on."
The girl`s brow creased. "Am I mad, Cat? I`ve the feeling I am."
The Cat tilted its head to the side, seeming to study her. "Why, yes. I`m afraid you ARE quite mad."
Alice groaned in defeat.
"But," the Cheshire continued. "There`s nothing wrong with being mad."
Alice looked back up at him, her hope renewed. "No?"
His smile materialized, but he began to fade away. "Why, in fact, everyone is mad!"
Finally all that was left were his eyes and his smile, but those, too, started to vanish. "It`s a defining characteristic of Wonderland. We`re ALL mad here, my dear girl."
Alice stared at the place the Cat had been.
A small smile crept up on her face.
"I suppose so, Cat," she murmured, sighing. "I suppose we are."