Singing around the tea time table, an inept trio of boggling fools tore apart a corpse, stuffing strawberries in the eye sockets.
Pouring tea into the large hole where a heart would be, and filling up the nostrils with sugar cubes, the Dormouse chimed.
“Sweet and shiny, a tumbling treat.” Clapping his hands, or claws, or whatever little mice had, mittens perhaps? He cheerily sang.
“Oh, the Hatter will love it! Love it, I say! We should bake him into a cake today!” From the other side of the table, a sturdy foot broke a teacup, or paw? Thumper? Whatever rabbits had!
Jumping onto the table, the March Hare stomps on the corpse, oh that’s right, it’s in the name, he’s not a rabbit, he’s a hare, though really what was the difference when he had a human face?
“Oh, cheeriest cheers! Is that blood I smell?” A crippling, dark voice said, and that’s when she knew she had to leave….it was him! The man who sought to eat her!
“Where are you going? Alice! It’s time for TEA!”

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