MD/H
Dear Yorick,
The place is tremendously boring without you. We've decided we can't possibly have you back without returning the gold (we bought new china) - besides, we asked Time to be our third guest and he will not go away. I'm sick of actually washing dishes so I would like you to have him back. He claims we haven't entertained him enough (it's true, we
are quite boring now, as I have said) so could you be so kind as to send us
a villanelle about you and how you've been doing? I assume that where you are is so absurd now that it'll be sufficient to get Time back to work.
Signed,
Mad D/Hatter.
PS: Whenever you're ready with your brilliant literature do read it aloud in the main thread.
Yorick had read the letter a thousand times (or so he thought; he couldn't rightly count the times he'd read it before and forgotten). It was, for him, like the letter had just been sent, and who was he to say it hadn't? It wasn't dated in a manner he could desipher, and thus, with his letter triumphantly in hand, he had set off to learn what this 'villanelle' was and to reply to his Hatter in an oh-so-timely fashion.
It hadn't taken long for the child to write it. To talk of Time and the world he was in, how he felt about it - it all came quickly in his halting, rather curly handwriting. He had only to fulfill the last portion of the requirements, now, and as much as he disdained the idea of sharing his inner thoughts from memories that were scrawled in his journal, he had to do it. Maybe it was so Time could hear him!
And so, it was how Yorick found himself nervously perched on the back of the couch, long tail flicking and thumping against the cushions, his clawed feet rather puncturing the spine of the hapless furniture. He was grateful everyone was busy - something special was happening tomorrow! - as he didn't really enjoy having the attention on himself.
For those who were in attendance, he rested upon his haunches and held up the napkin that contained his poem, and read:
This place is weird, but I guess that it's nice
though I'll lose Time's passage after today.
I like it here. This routine will suffice!
This is no Wonderland! Take my advice:
forward Time must go, there's no other way!
This place is weird, but I guess that it's nice
But Time is fond of flamingos and mice!
Elda's pretty; Clement, in disarray!
I like it here. This routine will suffice!
There's more Hytes here, some are sharp but no slice.
They scare me sometimes, but it's all display.
This place is weird, but I guess that it's nice
I want to stay here. I'll pay any price
to keep my friends and my daisy bouquet!
I like it here. This routine will suffice!
There's more to say, I hope this will entice
Time to pay a visit, what do you say?
This place is weird, but I guess that it's nice
I like it here. This routine will suffice!
Before anyone could begin to crack any grins or laughter at him, the Jabberwocky launched himself off of the couch in flurry of torn fabric, landing into the kitchen and skittering to get his bearings. The napkin was hastily shoved into an envelope that simply read, "To Mad D/Hatter, Wherever You Are." And that envelope was just as quickly placed into the refridgerator. Where else was it supposed to go, really?
Yorick slipped out of the kitchen and bee-lined it back to his room. What was done was done, and he'd welcome forgetting this day!
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