The Cheshire cat stared at the bird that was not created from bread. He thought it odd that it had feathers instead of fluffy dough for wings. He also thought it rude that it didn’t have the decency to shed little bread crumbs that the cat so liked to eat. The bird chirped in a most awful clear as a bell set of running notes. These notes ran from out the bird’s mouth like black bubble art and ran amongst the trees, through leaves and branches. One ran into the Cheshire cat, which in response that cat grinned but stamped at it with a paw. The note, slightly disheveled, stood up and ran through the air to join the others. The cat sat on his branch bereft, hadn’t anyone any respect anymore for how things were supposed to be undone?
~Written by Stephanie Kentepozidis