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**Jack's POV***

Wow, the Cheshire Cat! He's like, a legend in the guardian/spirits world thing.

But, he wasn't what I expected.

Not at all.

First of all, he looks like an 11-year old of Asian descent but there were subtle differences about him, namely:

His hair is purple,

His large, bushy, purple and lavender (respectively) tail,

His luminous green eyes whose pupils were vertical like a cat (well duh),

His unnaturally large trick-of-the-trade grin which showed slight blunted pointy teeth. Bunnymund and I tried to stretch our mouths to that unusual extent (and we were congratulated with sore gums).

And finally Cat ears that gave the impression that he came out of an anime.

When the Cheshire Cat left to make some tea. It was only me and the goat, err, sheep.

The Cheshire Cat's House was built into a hill, Hobbit-style.

The hill itself was situated in the middle of a flower field with dozens of different flowers. Roses, tulips, magnolias, forget-me-nots, and seemingly thousands of others.

The insides were decorated with various clocks: dog clocks, cow clocks, clocks that showed the time in Wonderland, clocks that showed what time of day it is. And of course, cat clocks.

It was cozy inside the living room with only a couch, a reclining chair, a fireplace with no wood, and a picture.

I looked closer.

Two fat twins were on right side of the picture, then came a white rabbit that looked like he was scared of the people around him. Then a brightly blue butterfly, that was, am I looking at this correctly?

I could have sworn that butterfly was smoking. Next was a pale middle aged woman who was dressed in all white. A seemingly hyper hare was next to a tall man wearing an old fashioned top hat. He wore a faded suit that certainly was once fine and beautiful. After the man with the hat came a small dormouse standing alone in the grass. Then came the Cheshire Cat himself with his overly large grin.

But it was the girl in the middle that caught my attention. She had long golden locks that were messy but still beautiful. She was wearing a baby blue dress that almost reached her toes but not quite. Her extraordinarily blue eyes shone brighter than her dress and was filled with curiosity.

"I have the teee-eeea" the Cheshire Cat's sing-songy voice sang. I turned and sat on the couch and pretended nothing happened all in the nanosecond before the Cheshire Cat came in with a tray of tea and assorted cookies.

"Now this cup is for you," he said to me giving me my cup, "This ones for me and this ones for you, Monty." giving it to the goat.

"Why the goat?" I asked, puzzled.

"Well, because he simply loves Earl Gray tea" the Cheshire Cat said "And I can't deprive him of what he loves."

"Of course, silly me."

"Now do you want me to finish the story before you go to bed?" the Cheshire Cat said like a mother reading her child a bedtime story. "In the morning you can tell me why you came here."

I nodded.

"Okay then, let us finish the story."