ComeandJoinTheDance

Chapter 31: A Mad Tea Party "A very merry unbirthday to you!" "Wha?" asked Sarah, standing up suddenly and looking around. "Where am I? And why am I in this stupid dress again?" For weeks after running the Labyrinth, she had had the same dream, she running in large platform heels across some some sparkly grass. In the background, she could hear someone - it sounded distinctly like Sir Didymus - yell "I'm late! I'm late, for a very important date!" She ran faster upon hearing that, all while wearing the fluffy, white dress from her peach dream. She chased after a crawling Toby in his striped pajamas, only to slip and fall right when she got

Traveling by boat allowed a duel benifit and odd social characteristic of being given free time to think. Obviously the designers of that luxury vessel had known of the benefits of a good literary volume; since now that her latest business had been dealt with - a book was just what she needed. That and maybe a cup of tea? Chamomile? Perhaps it was less about the cup and more about the company... Picking up a book labeled Maybe in Munich Alice sighed deeply feeling an odd connection with its strong spine and familiar strips of proper binding. The library was rather impressive by private standards; outside of a university - yet she felt like on

With unseen inspiration it guides and lifts, composed by one - or more - that stands or sits. Answer to those who would ask(d), compairing a raven to a writing desk. Being unnoticed when the peculiar court with thier queen obsessed with size was not difficult to understand why the pawn was overlooked. This was nothing new. However - as is the process from which an oyster creates its treasures - that *was* the result of irritation.  Unless being primed for a more adventurous - if not pristine -position the rest of those did not have much to look forward to in the future. Much less the present. But when the White Queen asked for one to be

"Why does the raven bird..." he asked "Compare itself to a writer's desk?" Measured hand or a sad wings song manifest if left out too long.  Because unless it matches the rest; It soon is forgotten - I'd bet. The answer's in their mournful cry, when it is time to say goodbye.