TheMarchHareFC

"Twinkle, twinkle, little bat! How I wonder what you're at! Up above the world you fly, Like a tea tray in the sky. You are oh-so very free. You must be happy indeed. I wonder how you'd be feeling If someone came and clipped your wings. Your little body's very sore. You do not twinkle anymore. Is this how it has to end? Will you ever fly again? Twinkle, twinkle, little bat! How I wonder what you're at!"     As the Dormouse sang to himself, he felt his eyelids starting to droop, despite the fact that his right eye was held open. His grasp on the machinery he was working on loosened until his arms fell against the old checkered v

          It had been quite awhile since that battle with Alice. It seemed as though everything would be fixed, as the Hatter has been very much alive since Alice had killed him, but something still wasn't quite right. Hatter just couldn't put his finger on it. Perhaps it was the fact that he was still a clockwork machine and still had an obsession with time. Walking through his domain, the Hatter tried to figure out why. That girl could never get over her tragedy, could she? It was always one problem after another. Always in fear, she was. Perhaps although the problem has been solved, things could never be the same again. Maybe this could be