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The Mad Hatter Pays Time a Visit

Short story By: Zez34
Fan fiction

Why, did you ever wonder, was it always tea time for the Mad Hatter and the March Hare? Some say they're just mad, but I suspect a bit of ill-will with time better explains it. This is my first short story, in which the Mad Hatter remembers a visit he had with Time. In underland, each figure like Time, War, and Nature are people and control things in the world.

Submitted:Apr 2, 2013    Reads: 22    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

In which case, is time my friend? Time has been working against me for countless years, spending up the fun times and slowing down the dull times. I have pondered going and visiting him, but his old house, so deep in the mountains of underland, filled to the brim with clocks, wall clocks, grandfather clocks, wristwatches, pocket watches, anything that keeps time, ticking away at people's lives. Clocks for every timezone in all of Underland and the land above, and oh! The ticking! It is like the pounding of a thousand drums in my ears! Besides that, he always smells like silver polish and never talks about anything other than 'how hard it is to keep track of everyone's time.' Every day, he walks through his entire house, checking every clock, adding new ones, and removing the old ones, fixing broken clocks and adjusting the working clocks. I did visit him once, so very long ago. I asked him jokingly why he made the good times pass so quickly and the dull times pass so slowly. The look on his face, it was like I had just killed his grandmother. Could turn stone to water, that look. Then as quickly as it appeared, it was gone and a grin like the Cheshire cat's spread over his lips. "How about I make it teatime forever?" He said perkily. I smiled, not understanding what that statement foretold and replied, "I rather like teatime. I meet with the March Hare and the dormouse every day for tea!" Time eyed me with an evil mischief, then pulled an old brass pocket watch off the wall and turned the knob, leaving it pulled out. "There." He smirked, "Tea time forever. Now get out, leave me be." I left quickly, but when I arrived back in my home, there, at my large banquet table was the March Hare and the dormouse, throwing sugar cubes and scones across the table at each other, every piece of china and silverware I had strewn across the table's surface, but that wasn't the strange part, it was in fact, quite normal for us. The strange part was that it was two in the morning. I shrugged and walked over to my tall red chair, pouring myself a cup of tea. "Tea time forever," I had thought to myself, "could it be any better?"


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