Art and the philosophy of life

Posts tagged ‘Cheshire Cat’

Meow…

271afe85d90d5c7ed58243c6f31cb99e

Picture from:  Pinterest

“I heard you tried to talk to Dee and Dum.  I laughed so hard, I nearly fell out of my tree.  How clueless are you?  I was at yesterday’s tea party, so I know everyone you have spoken to, so far.  Since I can become invisible, you can be sure I know more than most who live in Wonderland.  I mean I’ve heard things, lots of things.  I’m not that well liked, you know.  People don’t want me listening in on their private conversations.  It freaks them out.  Makes them afraid to talk in the open, like government snoops who spy on their citizens.  I don’t really care what anyone has to say, it’s just fun to pop in and out.  The Queen thought she could keep me out of the castle.  She put guards everywhere, even had some of the meeting rooms soundproofed and made the walls three feet thick.  Nothing can stop me, but I didn’t tell her that.  Instead, I watched the construction from the windowsill and had a bowl of milk in the palace kitchen.

The Queen wasn’t a bad sort, in fact, she tried to change but you can’t change the written word, so she was stuck being a mass murderer.  ‘Off with their heads,’ became her catch phrase.  She cried over that.  She cried a lot.  She was lonely and she didn’t want to decapitate people, so she stayed in her room as much as she could.  The only thing she enjoyed were her garden games but once Alice came, well, you know how that ended.  The Queen truly liked her flamingoes, but she had to stay true to her character, there was nothing she could do.  She actually started a flamingo sanctuary.  She sent all the baby flamingoes there to live in peace, away from Carroll’s writing.  She did a lot of things when no one was reading her lines.  Good things.  I’m kind of sorry I scared her so often.  She loved animals and always had cookies for me when I went to visit.  Looks can be deceiving.  She wasn’t what Carroll said she was.  She even let me sleep at the bottom of her bed when I had a cold.  She covered me with a blanket and sang to me.  Still, she knew she couldn’t trust me.  I’m not crazy, my reality is just different from yours.  We aren’t all written the same way you know.

I can understand why the flamingoes were angry, once they found out they were being abused, but what they did was wrong.  They could have just left.  In a way I think she’s glad she’s gone.  She had to pretend to be a mean, out of control, heart crazed monster, when, in fact, she was just a regular person who liked to drink tea, while she read her books.  I mean you don’t have to feel sorry for her, you didn’t even know her.  It’s just that  a lot of us aren’t what you think we are.  You need to use your imagination because imagination is the only weapon in the war against reality.  Just because a character is written a certain way, doesn’t mean that’s the way the character is once the book is closed.  The dormouse doesn’t live in the teapot and the Hatter isn’t as mad as people think he is.  The White Rabbit lives above ground, most of the timed, and eats carrots and steals food from the local farmers.  He’s also been known to be late, every now and then.  And the Queen, well, she loved hearts because she hated to stop them from beating.  She was angry with Carroll for giving her that dreadful line and she never felt like the person he made her into.  So, that’s about it.  I’m going to disappear now, because you’ve made me sad.  I don’t like to be sad.  I do things, when I’m sad.  Things that aren’t always nice.  So the interview is over and I hope you find your way home.”

Edith Olive O’Connor and the Book Lovers Emporium…21

“I told you not to drink Blue Moon,” sighed Edith, watching Tilly stagger into the room.

“What gave it away?” whispered Tilly, squinting, trying to hold her head on with her hands.

“Your lips are blue.”

“Oh.  Oh, yeah.”

“Did you have fun?” asked Edith, merrily.

“I can’t believe Jimi dedicated the Star Spangled Banner, to YOU.”

“Why not?”

“Is there anyone you DON’T know?

Edith thought for a minute and then said, “No, I don’t think so.”

“Greatest concert EVER,” said Tilly, lowering herself to the floor.  “No doubt about it.”

“Yes, it was wonderful,” agreed Edith, a far away look in her eyes.

“You can really sing.  You rocked the house,” smiled Tilly.  “I thought Keith was going to take a bite out of you.”

“Oh, no.  We don’t do that anymore,” said Edith, warmly.

“You and Keith? When do you have the time?  You’re always HERE!”

“I Hop dear.  I Hop,” she snickered, putting books into the White Dog’s basket.  “Please take these to room 309,” said Edith, to the Dog.  “Tell the recipient that I’ll send tea up in a moment.”

The White Dog nodded and toddled away, pulling his wicker cart behind him.

“Who’s in 309?” asked Tilly ”

“You’ll find out tonight.”

“Last night I saw Miss Marple in the hallway leading to the Room of Mysteries.  It’s possible that I just drank too much Blue Moon, however, so don’t take my word for it.”

“She’s here.  She’s working on a case and needed some information,” said Edith.  “Sir Gawain is here as well.  His steed is in the barn.”

“He brought his horse?”

“He rode his horse,” said Edith.

“Old school?” asked Tilly.

“Definitely,” nodded Edith.

“Merlin certainly had the crowd’s attention when he spoke about the war,” sighed Tilly.  “No one wants to go to war.”

“Some do, that’s the problem.”

“Can’t we all just live together peacefully?  Why can’t the faerie folk live with us in this reality, they seem very nice.”

“They can’t live with us for several reasons,” said Edith.  “They have too much power for one thing.   They could use their magic on humans and no one would even know.  They feel that we are far less than they are, and if you consider their magick, they’re right.  But humans have things they don’t have.”

“Such as?”

“We can lie,” laughed Edith.  “They can’t.  But they can twist words and make you believe they are saying something they aren’t.  We don’t have Rulers we must answer to but they are gorgeous, graceful and faster than you can imagine.  They don’t like humans except as prey or to use in their games.”

“Ah,” smirked Tilly, “the good the bad and the beautiful.”

“Very beautiful.  Amazingly beautiful,” said Edith. “But more than that, they could take over, use us for procreation, and turn us into their servants and make us like it.  The faeries you have met are under a geas that prohibits them from using magick on humans, or tricking them in any way.”

“So, if there’s war and the faeries win….”

“Yes, Tilly, things will go badly for humans.

You have no idea how badly,” hissed the Cheshire Cat, his smile appearing over the end of the counter.   “I’m hoping they win,” he purred.

Edith placed a pinch of Nip under the smile and watched it disappear.

Edith, my love,” said the cat, coming in to view, rolling in the Nip.  “You spoil me.”

“I spoil everyone Ches,” said Edith, rubbing his ears.”

Did you see the invisible trio last night?” he asked, flopping on to his side.  “I was one of the only ones who could see them.”

Edith and Tilly snickered.  “Of corse you were,” said Edith.

They’re here, you know,” said the Cat, lazily.  “More Nip, pleeeezzzzee,” he begged, his eyes starting to close.

Edith gave him another pinch and said, “Who’s here?”

The Cat looked around and waved her closer with his front paw.  “The Fae.  I saw three of them at the party last night.”

“Free Fae?” asked Edith.

The cat nodded and fell asleep.

“They’re here,” said Edith.  “They got into the Bookstore.  That means they got through the Wards, through the Magick.”

“That’s not possible,” said Tilly, grinning.  “No one can do that, right?”

“MERLIN,” screamed Edith.

 

Tag Cloud

%d bloggers like this: