This really isn't as good as it could be... but I spent ages on this bit so I'm leaving it like it is now:)
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"I do beg your pardon." Apologized Marianne. "But, I did not see you."
"Granted." Nodded the Dodo.
"I'm sorry?" Marianne asked confusedly. She seemed to be confused a lot since she fell down the hole.
"I know." Replied the Dodo, nodding again.
"I don't understand." Marianne scratched her nose absent-mindedly. The Dodo sighed loudly.
"Well," he began, "we bumped into each other. Then you said, 'I do beg your pardon' to which I replied, 'granted'. Then you said you were sorry, but as you had told me to 'beg your pardon' then I already knew you were sorry, so I told you I knew you were sorry. Then you said..." Marianne held up a hand to stop him from saying anymore. She almost believed that the Dodo could see the stars flying around her head, she was that confused. Marianne felt sorry for Alice, now understanding why Alice had run away from the White Rabbit earlier. Wonderland was confusingly, terrifying.
"Can you direct me to the White Rabbit's house, please?" Marianne wanted to get there and home again as fast as possible. Frowning, the Dodo replied.
"Why, young lady, do you want to go there? The party is in this direction!" He pushed her along another, smaller, pathway into a deeper section of woods. Grabbing her arm, the Dodo towed her along the path and towards a house with a thatched roof shaped like ears.
"Where are we going?" Marianne asked.
"To the party!" The Dodo chortled. Sure enough, as they came closer, Marianne could now see a large dining table set out on the lawn of the house. At one end were two figures. The Dodo pushed Marianne through the gate and towards the table.
"It can't be a very good party if we are the only guests!" Marianne muttered.
"Quite so!" Agreed the letter. "But, if I'm not mistaken, and I very rarely am, this is the house of the March Hare." Marianne had heard about the March Hare and the Hatter and the Dormouse from Alice. She did not want to join in with their party if, what Alice had told her, was true.
"Good day! Dodo!" Greeted the March Hare. "And- who is this?"
"A child!" The Dodo stopped. "Why! I did not ask for your name!" He turned to her.
"It's Marianne." She told him. The March Hare stood up, holding the tea pot above his head, and proclaimed;
"You should sit down! It can not be a party with no guests!"
"Ah! But it can!" The Hatter spoke. "Just not a very good one!"
"Tea?" The March Hare questioned, turning towards the Hatter.
"No thanks, I already have two cups." The Hatter showed them his two, definitely empty, cups. Marianne sat down next to the snoring Dormouse and the Dodo sat on the other side of her. She helped herself to a currant bun as the March Hare proceeded to cut open a cake to reveal a teapot inside. Well, Marianne thought, Alice said they were strange but I never would have believed how so! The Hatter then took the teapot out and poured the tea into the two cups. These were then passed on to Marianne and the Dodo. Marianne sniffed. She was not fond of tea.
"If you have a cold you should use a tissue!" Chided the March Hare. "Or the Kackoo-man will get you!" Marianne snorted.
"The Kackoo-man? The Kackoo-man! Why, I invented him. He's just some nonsense I created to scare Alice! He's not real!" She laughed. The others round the table looked scared. The Hatter dropped his cup.
"Oh, but he is real, Marianne! He's more fearsome then the Jaberwocky!" Replied the Dodo.
"The Jabber- what?" She snorted again.
"The Jaberwocky." Answered the March Hare, who was now standing up and slowly moving away. "You, you-," he raised a quaking finger, "created him! The Kackoo-man! Stay away!" He warned her. "Keep away from us, you scoundrel! You devil! You creator of evil!"
"I most certainly did not create an actual monster. When I spoke of him, he was not a real thing." Marianne nearly laughed at their scared faces; they did look ridiculous. Fancy being scared of a little girl, she thought, and a pretend creature.
"Ah! But saying something aloud puts the idea into the real world, then the idea becomes real itself! It manifests into a true form and, therefore, is no longer an idea!" Marianne knew what the March Hare was saying was complete, illogical, nonsense. So she ignored his comment and instead helped herself to another bun.
"Don't touch our buns!" Said the Hatter.
"I will if I want!" Snapped Marianne, taking another one. The March Hare gasped.
"She's pure evil! She is spawn of the Dark One!" The March Hare stated dramatically. Marianne was becoming increasingly annoyed at their rudeness so she stood up angrily, hands on her hips, and glared at all four of them. The Dormouse woke with a start and screamed, for no apparent reason, the others copied.
"Oh, shut up!" Shouted Marianne. "I'm becoming increasingly fed up with your ridiculous talk about me being 'the creator of evil'. I am not!"
"Well, she would not be likely to admit it!" Argued the Dodo. Alice snorted.
"Why are you here?" Demanded the March Hare.
"She's here to take our souls!" The Hatter answered, his voice shaking.
"I doubt you even have any!" Scowled Marianne.
"Did you hear that? She's taken them already!" Yelled the March Hare. "Call the police. Call the army. Call the Queen. Off with her head!" He screamed, standing on the table and pointing menacingly at Marianne. She just looked at him, bewildered. The March Hare continued to stand there, for what seemed a few minutes, pointing his finger. The Hatter coughed. The March Hare blinked, then jumped down and ran to hide behind the Dodo. "Did you see? Did you see? She cast a spell on me! I was bewitched!"
"You are pathetic!" Marianne snapped. "Do you know how stupid you sound?"
"Stay away!" Said the Dodo, brandishing a stick. Marianne tugged the stick out of his hand, snapped it in two, and threw the bits at them.
"Oh! You are hopeless." She snarled as she walked over to the table (they backed away as she did this) and took the remaining currant buns. Then putting them into her pocket, she pivoted on her heel and strode out of the garden and into the wood.
"Nicely done!" Chortled the letter.
"Well, thanks for your help." She said sharply. "Now, tell me where the White Rabbit's house is."
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