Doormouse Diary
Although it seemed strangely familiar to me, today was a great day at the tea-party. I seem to spend most of my days at the tea-party, so much that I have lost all notions of what a day is. What is a day anyway? Is it simply the time we spend while we are awake? If this is the case, I must go through multiple days within a single day since I constantly find myself sleeping. It is indeed quite strange but I do sleep a lot during the day and when I wake up, I’m always in the company of the Mad Hatter and the March Hare. Perhaps I’m in a state of frozen time and days don’t mean much to me anymore. Either that or I’m becoming mad. Anyways, today was much like all the other days at the tea-party with the exception that we had a new guest come and visit us. I was pretty thrilled to see a new face at our table. Although I was asleep when she joined us, I entertained her with one of my famed stories! Sadly, she seemed to be confused throughout the whole story and she kept interrupting me with stupid questions about small little details that no one but she cared about. That poor little girl was so confused that she missed the whole point of my story, which is that if you can draw water out of a water-well, then you can surely draw treacle from a treacle-well. It’s very frustrating but I guess that only the Mad Hatter and the March Hare understand the subtleties of my exquisite story telling.
Simon Métivier
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
March Hare diary
Samuel Davidson
March Hare
Dear diary.
Today the tea was really bitter, I think the Doormouse fell asleep and put salt instead of sugar in the tea pot, such a clumsy one. We also had an unexpected visitor that abruptly came and sat down at our table, rather rude I would say. Her name is Alice and she was really bothersome. She kept asking questions that had no real relevance to me, nor to the Hatter. When she finally left, I didn’t even bother to say good bye due to her rudeness. Can you believe she left in the middle of the Doormouse’s story! After that unpleasing visit, the Hatter and I went on with to our normal business: we tried to fix time, but we were greeted with the same result- failure. But with failure breeds success. In fact, tonight’s tea was very good and soothing. It had the perfect blend of sugar and cream. Oh, how I wish that you, my dear diary, could taste this tea. It is so wonderful. It seems all you do is make a mess when you drink your tea. Just now you’ve spilled and spoiled it again. I’ll have to give you a bath tonight. Hopefully the writings won’t wear off; if they do, I’ll have to write this again. Seeing how I’m washing you tonight, I’ll leave tomorrow’s tea in your capable hands. I expect nothing less than perfection for you; I’ve told you so much about tea, that your tea should be as good as mine.
March Hare
Dear diary.
Today the tea was really bitter, I think the Doormouse fell asleep and put salt instead of sugar in the tea pot, such a clumsy one. We also had an unexpected visitor that abruptly came and sat down at our table, rather rude I would say. Her name is Alice and she was really bothersome. She kept asking questions that had no real relevance to me, nor to the Hatter. When she finally left, I didn’t even bother to say good bye due to her rudeness. Can you believe she left in the middle of the Doormouse’s story! After that unpleasing visit, the Hatter and I went on with to our normal business: we tried to fix time, but we were greeted with the same result- failure. But with failure breeds success. In fact, tonight’s tea was very good and soothing. It had the perfect blend of sugar and cream. Oh, how I wish that you, my dear diary, could taste this tea. It is so wonderful. It seems all you do is make a mess when you drink your tea. Just now you’ve spilled and spoiled it again. I’ll have to give you a bath tonight. Hopefully the writings won’t wear off; if they do, I’ll have to write this again. Seeing how I’m washing you tonight, I’ll leave tomorrow’s tea in your capable hands. I expect nothing less than perfection for you; I’ve told you so much about tea, that your tea should be as good as mine.
Secret diary of a little girl
Dear journal, today I had a mad day!!!
Will you believe me if I tell you that I fell in an infinite hole and didn’t even get injured!! It actually made me feel strong. I never expected my body to be so resistant. But that is nothing compared to the people I encountered in the new world I discovered. There was that rabbit who seemed so worried about time. I wonder what kind of responsibility he had, to be running so fast not to be late. Anyways, after following him for a while I got lost and then I explored life from different heights and I actually like being tall, but small is useful too. I feel like I’m actually learning a lot about life down here in this rabbit hole.
I have to admit the big cat there was weird: he seemed to have the answer to all my questions but I didn’t seem to find the right question for the answer I needed. It’s fun to see how you have to be specific in your questions to get proper answers sometimes. I managed to get him to show me the way, but he warned me that everyone is mad and I didn’t understand at first, but when I saw the March Hare, the Mad Hatter and the Dormouse I got it. Those guys don’t even have answers to their riddles. And they have tea all day because their time is frozen at tea time. No wonder they are mad. How could you always live at the same time? Things never change—you always restart.
Oh well I guess I have a better idea of life now. Maybe one day I’ll be an adult.
Will you believe me if I tell you that I fell in an infinite hole and didn’t even get injured!! It actually made me feel strong. I never expected my body to be so resistant. But that is nothing compared to the people I encountered in the new world I discovered. There was that rabbit who seemed so worried about time. I wonder what kind of responsibility he had, to be running so fast not to be late. Anyways, after following him for a while I got lost and then I explored life from different heights and I actually like being tall, but small is useful too. I feel like I’m actually learning a lot about life down here in this rabbit hole.
I have to admit the big cat there was weird: he seemed to have the answer to all my questions but I didn’t seem to find the right question for the answer I needed. It’s fun to see how you have to be specific in your questions to get proper answers sometimes. I managed to get him to show me the way, but he warned me that everyone is mad and I didn’t understand at first, but when I saw the March Hare, the Mad Hatter and the Dormouse I got it. Those guys don’t even have answers to their riddles. And they have tea all day because their time is frozen at tea time. No wonder they are mad. How could you always live at the same time? Things never change—you always restart.
Oh well I guess I have a better idea of life now. Maybe one day I’ll be an adult.
Mad Hatter Meets Mad Girl!
Today I had one bizarre looking day! Either it was Fabulous or completely dull, yet that
would be depending on the mood of my tea cup! I met this strangely indignant yet
charming little girl called Alice! I could swear that her twisted mind could dwarf my
mercury-drowned spirit. At first glance, I was so depressed on how rude she could
be by joining at our mad-tea party table without even considering an invitation,
save asking politely! I mean how do parents raise their children these days? They get a
tea-coin when they manage to be the rudest person? I wouldn’t even get a single tea-
coin in my own whole childhood, even though I don’t recall knowing what a tea-coin
is!
she was indeed quite irritable, although she showed much ‘maddery’ of her own, by
telling she could never beat such a thing as Time. There again, How rude to change the
perception of a person of such importance as Time himself, into a vulgar object, a thing!
no wonder you don’t defeat someone you underestimate, especially time! And not for a
different conclusion, she kept mocking the doormouse’s story, so I placed her
back to her place, which she refused, because she left. Goodness' sake! I sure hope I won’t be doing a movie with that ignorant and weird child! Oh! It's time for my afternoon tea cup! Goodbye
journal! I had a wonderful one-way conversation with you tonight!
would be depending on the mood of my tea cup! I met this strangely indignant yet
charming little girl called Alice! I could swear that her twisted mind could dwarf my
mercury-drowned spirit. At first glance, I was so depressed on how rude she could
be by joining at our mad-tea party table without even considering an invitation,
save asking politely! I mean how do parents raise their children these days? They get a
tea-coin when they manage to be the rudest person? I wouldn’t even get a single tea-
coin in my own whole childhood, even though I don’t recall knowing what a tea-coin
is!
she was indeed quite irritable, although she showed much ‘maddery’ of her own, by
telling she could never beat such a thing as Time. There again, How rude to change the
perception of a person of such importance as Time himself, into a vulgar object, a thing!
no wonder you don’t defeat someone you underestimate, especially time! And not for a
different conclusion, she kept mocking the doormouse’s story, so I placed her
back to her place, which she refused, because she left. Goodness' sake! I sure hope I won’t be doing a movie with that ignorant and weird child! Oh! It's time for my afternoon tea cup! Goodbye
journal! I had a wonderful one-way conversation with you tonight!
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