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   Reginald woke in his bed with a start. The morning sun shone through his open window, the lilting birdsong heralding another day. He could hear the low drone of chatter as people passed in the street below.    A dream?    He tried to sit up, wincing. Not a dream. Oh how he hurt!    A steaming tea kettle and empty cup in its saucer lay on a platter on his bed stand. He reached for the folded newspaper, eyes locked on the heading: Wonderland Saved!    Ears found him, whimpering and struggling to reach the tea kettle from where he lay. The newspaper, along with whatever he could get his hands on, was thrown at the offending kettle, st

    Shang vaulted off his horse and cut down an enemy soldier as he bore down on a stunned, blood-spattered Lumiere. The roar of the defenders rose in pitch as the additional soldiers ran in to join their brothers and sisters in battle. Lumiere rose from the ground and saluted Shang, smiling with relief at the captain. Deftly dispatching two spearmen with his rapier, he rejoined the fray.    Shang rushed after him, protecting his flank and driving back an oncoming charge. The arrival of the Lady and the turn in the course of the battle brought back the morale, but the fight wasn’t over yet.    A familiar battle cry distracted him fo

"See ya later Ears!" Reginald waved goodbye to the March Hare after a long day at work in his hat shop.  He walked into the dorr of his house. "Alice I'm home!" He chirped. There was no response. Reginald felt a nervous clutch inside him. Alice was always there to greet him when he came home. "Alice? Teacup? Cricket?" Still no response. Reginald searched for Alice all over the house tearing it apart. He went upstairs to check the last place. His room. Reginald opened the door slowly hoping Alice would be there. Alice was indeed there, but she was on the floor grasping on to her pregnant belly in pain. Reginald's heart sank as he dropped to t

Good day, Mr. Hatter Why oh dear, what's the matter? What could be so bad, as to make you sad, on a day so bright and new? Good day, Mr. Hatter, perhaps if I sit with you I can, make you laugh, and make you smile, and sometime in that while, draw you out of your dark and dreary mood. Good day Mr. Hatter, yes I'd love a cup of tea! Though I cannot quite understand, why that involves your hand upon my knee, or why you're so insistent, on holding hands with me. But you're right, it is rather nice, and is that a smile I see? Good day, Mr. Hatter, what is that you say? A kiss upon my cheek? I suppose it could cause no harm, no

Hello Alice girl, won't you take a seat? Won't you sit? Won't you rest? Won't you talk a while with me? Hello, Alice girl, won't you have some tea? Mad? Oh yes Of course I am, I can hardly help it, you see, I am Mad and I am a Hatter, And that's the long and short of me. Hello, Alice girl, sit a little closer, if you will. We shall talk, and drink our tea, and soon enough you shall see, that you have little to fear from a Hatter, even one as mad as me. Hello, Alice girl, what is it you said to me? Why yes, Oh my, that is my hand, resting upon your knee. I can't imagine how it got there, it wasn't from any choice by m

"Alice?" the Hatter asked, breaking the silence. "What are you reading my dear?" he peered over the young girls shoulder, shaking the porch swing ever so slightly, hoping to catch a glimpse at what she was reading. Alice gently folded back the corner of the books page, and closed it. "Why would you be concerned about what I'm reading Mr. Theophilus?" she said in a playfully smug tone. She knew that he wanted something, usually him asking questions meant he wanted her to fetch him more tea. Alice set the book down in her lap then folded her arms. "You want me to do something for you…don't you?" she glanced up at him with an irritated loo

"OH EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEARS!" The March Hare looked up from his cup of tea in the direction the familar voice was coming from. Sure enough, a moment later Reginald came bounding through the tea garden gate at top speed. Ears scrunched his eyes shut and braced himself for the multitude of crashes and flailing limbs that would result in Reg's inevitable collision with the tea table. Whether it was sheer luck or some amazing feat of dexterity that only he could pull off, Reg came to a skidding halt, arms outstretched, abdemon centimeters from the edge, his upper body hovering percariously over the asorted tea acutrement. The laws of physics could n

"Your Hair Wants Cutting"        11.11.2009 Alice in Wonderland: Hatter/Alice   [based on WCMI]      Alice Liddel skipped happily down the still-crowded streets of Fantasyland. It was during the slight lull of the day when some visitors left the parks to return home for dinner, and the sky was just starting to become dim for evening. She waved cheerfully to passersby on the wide streets of the Happiest Place on Earth, ignoring a few odd looks as she rounded a corner toward the homey bookstore where she and Belle worked. She burst through the door, and smiled widely.      "Goo