The Cat’s body faded to a whisper of stripes, leaving only his mouth behind. The grin swelled until it filled the whole clearing, teeth like piano keys, each one a different shade of white.
Alice folded her arms. “I wasn’t aware we had an appointment.” Cheshire Cat Monologue
The Duchess’s pepper-pot had long since stopped sneezing, the Queen’s croquet match had devolved into its usual charming chaos of screams and decapitations, and even the Hatter had run out of bad puns. The quiet was, for Wonderland, suspicious. The Cat’s body faded to a whisper of
“That’s not helpful.”
“Good!” He laughed, and the laugh was a physical thing—a ripple through the air that made the mushrooms sway. “Understanding is just a slower kind of madness. The fastest kind is what you’re doing right now. Pretending this is a dream so you don’t have to admit that you are the dream and Wonderland is the dreamer.” “I wasn’t aware we had an appointment
