A/N This is rated K+ I think. Its from Carissa's P.O.V when she was a child so obviously nothing bad. Enjoy :) And thank you for the reviews and alerts and such, you guys are awesome :D
A beautiful little girl named Carissa no older than eight was dirtying up her lovely lilac dress as she sat on some soft grass near her home and looked at the view around her with interest.
Her brilliant blue eyes took in the multicoloured mushrooms, some so high that she couldn't see the tops of them, even when she was sat on her fathers shoulder. She watched as a rose and a daffodil argued over whose turn it was to sit in the shade, the tall trees laughing at the little things argument. She saw a rocking-horsefly swoop down and begin a mock battle with a dragonfly, the two where close friends she had come to understand. In the distance she saw a large ball of greyish fur move rhythmically in its sleep; she knew it to be the Bandersnatch. Although a wild and dangerous creature it would sleep close by the house and allow her mother and herself to fuss it like a pet when it was in the mood for such things. Her mother had told her not to name the beast as he had not told them it, but being of a young mind she did not listen and called it an exotic name she had heard her mother say once; Brian.
She wished she could see the world her mother talked of often, bedtime stories to make her sleep. Where animals couldn't talk and cats couldn't smile. Where the insane where locked away and never spoken of again. She thought it such a strange sounding place that it couldn't possibly be true. A place of grey her mother had called it. No colour and no fun for girls especially. She knew that had to be a lie, her mother was the most fun person she knew, except for her father. And then there was Mallymkun who was the best at playing hide and seek.
Her vivid blue eyes searched the distance for nothing in particular; she just wondered what view she would have today, as it changed from time to time. She smiled her fathers grin as she saw the towers of the White Queen's castle. She had visited it more than most children her age would, with her mother being her mother and her father being her father.
The White Queen struck her as kind to a fault, but she saw no fault in being kind really, what with the stories of the Red Queen still circling around for her to hear.
The Queen would always talk to her as if she wasn't a child, and she liked that immensely. Also the fact that she would give her sweets when her father wasn't looking, knowing he would take it off her and run away as he ate it himself.
No sooner had she thought it, before she saw him.
He came running out of the house at blurring speed, still managing to drink the cup of tea in his pale hand without spilling it down his bright red shirt that was clashing with his hair horribly. She knew that wasn't his tea, for her never moved at all possible when enjoying the stuff unless it didn't belong to him.
And when a cream scone flew through the air gracefully and hit him in the back of the head with quiet a loud thud followed by a loud yet feminine cry of 'HA!' she knew who it belonged to.
Her mother came running out at an equally fast pace, catching him up faster than he would have thought by the look of terror on his usual grinning face and the girl knew why. From the top of her head to her bare feet, her mother, Alice, was covered in what looked like custard and cream with a little chocolate too. She held in her arms more ammunition of cream scones and cakes. To the Hatter they looked like destiny. There was no way to avoid what was coming, he saw an opportunity for some of Alice's tea and took it, and he knew the consequences of distracting her by tipping a cream trifle over her head.
"Keep still so I can hurt you!" Shouted Alice throwing a large Victoria sponge in his direction and clipping him on his right shoulder. The Hatter laughed a little too high pitched for it to be one of only amusement.
"Why I do believe that is the maddest thing you've ever said Alice my dear." He called from his position at the other end of the table, making sure every time she went one way he would too. "Stay still so you can hurt me. Why in blazes would I want to do that?"
Alice let out another cry of joy as the battenburg she threw caught him by surprise as it landed square in his stomach and he let out a tiny groan in protest.
"Poor thief." Said Alice in a sickly sweet voice, aiming a lemon tart for his face. The Hatter laughed triumphantly as it missed and hit something behind him, but it was short lived as she threw two cream scones at him that hit there target perfectly. Right in his smug face.
The cream was the exact same shade as his skin, making him look like he had some form of horrendous disease. And Alice knew that her free run was over then, as a smile Cheshire would be envious of came across his mad face as he wiped the cream and pastry away.
Carissa smiled at her parents. They where more like children than she sometimes. Not that she would ever complain. She constantly had someone to play with because of what they where like.
Hatter ever so slowly stood on the table before stopping and looking down at his wife with a maniac form of glee. And within the blink of an eye he had jumped and tackled her to the floor. The scones and cakes squashed in-between them and made her giggle at the feeling.
He pinned her arms above her head and watched her struggle for a moment, enjoying the feel of her underneath him, before the Cheshire smile returned to his face.
He leaned his face down quickly and started rubbing his face against hers. She struggled as the cream and pastry smeared across her skin, with it now being about a shade darker than the Hatter's, she knew she too now looked like she had caught the disease. She squealed in protest when he reached up and started rubbing his face in her hair, getting it nice and caked in. She would be finding food in it for days. The trifle would have been easy enough to clean, but the pastry of the scones would be quiet difficult.
Giving a cry of protest she looked at him with a wicked glint in her eyes before using some hidden strength and rolling him over and pinning him underneath her. Grabbing the last of her ammunition she threw it in his face before taking off for a run to the house. A victorious laugh echoing around their garden.
Carissa smiled at her father when he chased after her mother with her own smile reflecting back at her. He gave her an excited wave before diving into the house and closing the door.
She knew not to enter until her parents came out, she had no idea what they where doing, but knew she would understand when she was older. She didn't mind, when they came back out her father would say he was going to cook them the best dinner they had ever eaten because his two favourite girls deserved the best and her mother would spend the rest of the day climbing trees with her.
Giving a soft sigh she looked once more to the White Castle that had moved slightly to the left and got to her feet. She would ask her mother later to take her there tomorrow, she missed Mirana. But for now she would go hunt down Cheshire who she knew would be lurking about somewhere nearby and ask he to play dress up. She knew he secretly enjoyed it really no matter how much he protested.
A/N Did you like it? This is actually taken from a memory of when I was younger and my mum came back from the shops to my dad who was hiding with a trifle. The kitchen was never really the same again.