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Kendall

I was walking through the woods still, but I could tell that I was nearing the edge: the trees were finally beginning to thin out. I sighed in relief.

Pretty soon, I stumbled upon this sort of sign-looking thing, like the ones that point one way for each direction.

One side said "DEATH" and the other said "March Hare" and they each pointed in opposite directions.

I chose the latter.

Obviously.

When I was finally out in the open, I closed my eyes, then took a deep breath and stretched.

When I reopened my eyes, I found myself looking at a cluttered table with a few...creatures sitting at it.

As I got closer, I could see what was happening. There were mostly animals at the table, but there was one human (or at least, as human as someone could get in this place). He sat around the middle, a rabbit next to him, and a dormouse sprawled on the table underneath him. The human wore a rather tall top hat with a ribbon around its circumference. The rabbit and the Hat Dude both had their elbows sitting on top of the dormouse, who, to me, looked to be asleep (and hopefully not dead).

There were a few more unidentifiable creatures at the table, but I paid no mind, and walked closer. Upon even closer inspection, I could see tea cups, pots, pans, and holders scattered all along the table's surface.

"What a mess," I muttered quietly to myself.

When I was pretty much right in front of the table, I cleared my throat and looked down at the man and the rabbit. When my eyes took in the sight of the man, I gasped.

He was handsome! Nice hair, pretty eyes…

"There's no room for you here! Go away. Never come back. Ever. If you do, I will hunt down your children," hissed the RUDE rabbit.

I scoffed and took a seat right across from the two of them, eyeballing the sleeping (or possibly dead) mouse on top of the table.

"So do you want some wine, Alice?" asked the rabbit, as if it hadn't just hissed at me a few seconds ago.

"Shut up, Hare. There is no wine. And he's probably underage too. You can't give children liqueur," the man in the hat spoke up. "I'm sorry. My friend, March Hare, over here, is a rude little munchkin. I'm James. But you can call me the Mad Hatter. Nothing else. Only the Mad Hatter. Maybe just Hatter if you prefer. I quite seem to like you," rambled the man in the hat...the Hatter.

"I am Kendall. Although you creatures here don't really seem to care and enjoy calling me whatever you please. You are right, Hatter. That Hare is quite rude."

"Well it's rude to just sit down at a Tea Party table uninvited!" snapped the Hare.

"You know, Alice," began the Hatter, "Your hair needs a nice cut. It's entirely too long!"

"Well I don't think it's any of your business how my hair looks," I fumed.

"Let's have a riddling!" James suggested happily.

"NO!" yelled the Hare.

He was ignored.

"Why is a raven like a writing desk?"

I blinked. What?

"Well, I dunno, maybe because one is possibly made out of WOOD or something, and the other is actually, like, ALIVE?" I spazzed.

"WRONG!" the Hatter blared.

"UGH!" the Hare yelled. "They're alike because neither of them is made of cheese! Now can we stop this madness?!"

"But I'm the 'Mad' Hatter…" pouted James.

Everything was pretty much quiet for a while after that, at least, until James asked the Hare what time it was.

The Hare shoved his watch in the Hatter's face, allowing him to see for himself. The Hatter kept a straight face, but his skin was slowly getting redder and redder.

"YOU BROKE THE WATCH!" he screeched.

"What do you mean 'I broke the watch'?"

"It's showing the same time as before! That's what I mean! You probably got your stupid bread crumbs all over it and in the gears again!"

The Hare sighed and took off his watch. He folded it over and pulled forward the nearest tea cup. He lowered the watch into the liquid and watched as it fizzled a little before letting it drop in completely. "That was some of the best bread I'd ever had…" remarked the Hare.

I just sat there, while most of this was happening. I was actually still pretty stuck on that riddle that James had told a few minutes before. I couldn't find an answer! It seemed like such a simple question! I was determined to solve the riddle.

Nevermind. I jumped from my seat and pointed at the Hatter. "This riddle is stupid! It has no answer! You should not waste time asking questions that don't have an answer, Hatter!" I accused.

"Ah ah ah," Hatter clucked his tongue at me. "You should not insult Time like that. He'll get angry. He is a 'he.' 'He' is not an 'it.'"

I looked at him like he was an idiot. Or mad, rather.

He kept talking, though. "I remember this one time when I was actually performing for the Queen of Hearts in her court. I was singing wonderfully-"

"It was only wonderful to you, Hatter," droned the Hare.

"Until the Queen," he continued, completely ignoring the rabbit, Hare, sitting right next to him, "Stopped me and said I was 'murdering time' by singing so 'horrendously.' Ever since that fateful day, Time had gotten mad at me and the Queen, so he completely stopped moving and stayed at six o'clock. It's pretty much like he left. But now we're stuck in Tea time forever!" declared the Hatter.

"Hatter?" asked the Hare.

"Hmm?"

"Shut up."

"Mm."

"I'm bored. I want to hear a story. Alice, tell me a story," the Hare demanded rudely.

"Psh, no. I'm fresh out of stories. Ask someone else. Just...not the Hatter."

"What's wrong with my stories?!" James questioned, furious.

I reached over the table and patted his head. "Nothing, man. It's fine."

He sank back in his seat, hat falling down over his eyes.

Meanwhile, the Hare had been coaxing the dormouse awake with a random slice of cheese that he pulled out of one of the Hatter's pockets.

The dormouse woke up, cursing the Hare for breaking him from his slumber, then he settled down and started his storytelling process.

I, of course, didn't pay any attention due to the fact that I had no clue what the story was about. I tried to keep up and ask questions, but apparently, the dormouse didn't like what I had to ask about. He got upset and asked, "So is my story so bad that even you, a little simpleton, cannot understand it? Is this how you say 'stop talking'?"

"No, that's not it at all! I'm just confused!" I claimed. The dormouse didn't buy it. He gathered himself together before hopping off the table and walking away in a weirdly distinguished manner.

"You got rid of my elbow pillow!" screeched the Hatter. The Hare went chasing after the dormouse, then came back with the mouse in his paws after a few seconds.

"Well that's not really my fault, now is it?"

"This wouldn't have happened if you weren't such a simpleton and if your hair weren't so unruly!"

"You're so rude!" I yelped before following the dormouse's lead and leaving the clearing in disgust. I looked back behind me and rolled my eyes at the sight of the Hare and the Hatter trying to shove the dormouse in one of the empty tea pots so he would stay with them.

I turned my head back around and kept walking.

-o.O.o-

I was starting to get tired after all of that walking through the woods and stuff, so I slowed my roll. I walked a few more meters before the trees started thinning out again. It was almost as if they were trying to show me the way to...somewhere.

The trees had pretty much cleared out almost all the way. Except for one…

It was a pretty huge tree. The trunk was almost the size of a car. There also seemed to be… like, a door in the trunk.

I gave up on being surprised and just pushed the door open. I walked inside and found myself right back where I started this whole mess: in the Grand Hall. I went over to the table and found another key laying on its surface. This time, I used the mushroom sides to get the key.

I used it again to be able to fit through the locked door to which the key belonged.

I shoved the key into the lock and gave it an irritated twist. I smiled to myself when I heard an unlocking sound come from it. I twisted the doorknob and swung open the door.

"Whoa…" I whispered.

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