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This old book looks like it had seen the love of many a scareling. Unfortunately, it's current state of missing pages and a scratched up cover make it look sad and abused...

Ah, Halloween Land. A place where up can be down, down can be up, the sun rises at night and the moon in the day! Where Were cat's wearing half moon grins disappear with ease and tea flows backwards up out of the teapot! Into this crazy, wacky, and slightly mad world of bare groaning trees and golden grinning moon falls a young girl with ears and a tail like a mouse!

After much wandering and such confusion she finds herself at the most curious tea party she'd yet to see!

"Happy, happy, happy, happy, happy, happy unbirthday!" sang a voice beyond the forest clearing. "Unbirthday?" parrots the mouse eared girl with beigy skin and brown hair as she steps out to see a magnificent table covered with all sorts of wonderful cakes, sandwiches, and especially, tea! Teapots in every shape and size you could imagine were scattered about the grounds filling the area with the most wonderful of aromas!

It's Tea time and the Mad Hatter has invited all his friends to come join him! But a tea party with the hatter is never the same affair twice and you might get a surprise you never imagined! Will you join him and Camilla for a Tea Party you won't soon forget?

(Note this kinda takes inspiration from both the Cartoon Disney movie and the Tim Burton Disney movie while being a halloween version of it all.)

Upon fully entering the clearing, the hatter took notice of the mouse eared and tailed ghoul in the seafoam and lavender dress. Smiling warming, the man with glittering, slightly manic, eyes opens his arms wide as he approaches her! "Welcome! Welcome! All are invite to join our unbirthday celebration!" he exclaims before gently leading the confused mouse towards the table. "Unbirthday?" she parrots for the second time that day. "Why yes, m'dear! Every day is your unbirthday! Save for the day that is your birthday, of course. Your unbirthday are the days in between your birthday, you see. Very much worth celebrating, wouldn't you say?" he explains jovially as he leads her to a chair.

Smiling as it all seemed to make perfect sense, Camilla nods and gives a merry tail wag. "Oh, yes, indeed! That does seem like something worth celebrating!" she chirps as she was seated next to a white fox like creature that, somewhere in the back of her mind, she recognized. How quirky was it to have a predator at a party full of prey? Other's already sat sipping their tea as the hatter pours her a cup. Cross from them was a zany looking were rabbit and snoozing under the table was a tiny Dormouse Monster dibbun.

As confusing as this most curious world was, Camilla was finding herself delighted to be here! Her tea was sipped with grace a poise before she turns to the fox. "Hi! Is this your first tea party with this most curious of fellows?" she asks chipperly. The hatter heard her call him curious and blushed while waving at her. "Hah, hah! Aw, stop, you flatter me!" he says with a laugh which causes her to smile in turn!

[ Iyari ]

Lost didn't even begin to cover how Iyari felt in the dark woods. While she couldn't quite remember HOW she got into the woods, she distinctly remembered seeing the crescent moon overhead in one of the trees, which had swayed her to enter. Though, she may have immediately regretted it. First, she had followed a THIS WAY sign, only to be led back by a THAT WAY sign and a very inviting jack o' lantern with an arrow had tried to get her to go straight into a tree. Meanwhile, curious creatures that resembled flowers tried to get her to go down a path, but she opted to avoid all that. Now, confused and annoyed, she found herself wandering deeper due to the insatiable curiosity that swelled up from deep inside. While there had been strange noises, such as honking, she tried her best to make it through without letting something sidetrack her. At least, until she smelled something wafting along the breeze. Something sweet...? And her ears swore they heard music, or singing from somewhere.

She took a few more steps. Was it a house? A store? "Gah!" In her preoccupied state her dress got caught on a thorn bush and she pulled it away. While it felt comfortable enough, her outfit was a mismatch of stockings, a bellowed dress bottom and a black ribbon tied in her hair. The colors were orange and black, with shiny black shoes. All of which were magnets for getting caught on branches or bushes. Something felt... off about that, like it wasn't normal but it must have been the dress she always wore. Otherwise why would she have it? Either way, after getting it free she managed to push through to entirely new area that looked like it belonged somewhere else. She had to turn back to make sure she'd actually been in the wood before looking back at it. It looked like a party.

A loud party. Slowly she approached, noticing the nearby creatures, but her eyes focused on the extremely animated hatter, finding herself drawn to sit among them, blinking to the two nearby. "H-Hello." She said slowly, before there was a loud clatter in front of her and a large teacup, laughter following from the hatter. "You look like you only need a half!" Her eyes moved down to the cup that was indeed cut in half, but vertically. "Isn't that-?"

Before she could manage a response, the tea was poured and she stared at it as it seemed to settle into the cup. "Oh..." She said, picking it up with a shrug to sip it while the hatter went back to entertaining. Euphoria filled her once the tea took her and she felt suddenly... at ease, yet still curious. Teapots lined the table and she looked them over. Some were normal, others huge and some small, yet all seemed too real for words. After taking a better look, she took notice of the other two guests, watching the fox with his overly full cup with a soft smile. Like her own cup, it wasn't all it seemed and she looked further to the other girl who seemed very happy to be there.

"Did I hear something about an Unbirthday?" The word felt like a ring in her head. Had she heard it before? "Is it yours?" She looked at the girl and leaned over, placing her chin on her hand and took another sip of her tea, but looked back. A moment ago she thought it had been a black tea, but now felt the tang of orange on her lips. "...Anyways..."

[Bing]

An operatic note ripped her from her dreams. It sounded like it was coming from everywhere. The musical voice rang again. The volume increased. She couldn’t see anything. Had she gone blind? All she could remember was the last bit of her dream. She was reading an old book.

I swear that I’ll never read again!

She tried to stand, but she hit her head hard on what felt like metal. She felt her feet slip and she dropped down forward onto her face.

Where am I? What is this metal room supposed to be? A prison? I will not be held captive!

She felt the curved walls and tried to climb. She felt the alleged ceiling of the room and it moved. She lifted it and her eyes squinted as she saw light pour in from outside. She forced her out of the room from the top and fell down into what appeared to be a giant empty teacup. She blinked and her ears twitched. She turned her head to see that the room she had awoken in was a massive, silvery teapot.

A giant teapot? I’m lucky it was empty. But where am I now?

The vixen looked all around and saw gigantic figures before her. It appeared she was at a tea party designed for giant. She was roughly the size of one of their tea cups. She looked down at herself and saw that she was wearing a black rose as a dress. It smelled like pumpkin spice and she enjoyed it. There were other aromas filling the air too. It was a tea party for giants, which meant there should be plenty of food for her as well. The teacup vixen cried out loudly, “Can any of you hear me? I’d like some tea. Green, if you have any. I feel I’m terribly minute by comparison to you, so give me your largest cup of course!”

She smiled and hoped that she was heard. She shook in anticipation. Some things were still amiss. That loud musical note from before. It happened again only if felt like it was coming from her. It was her dress! The rose was making those operatic notes. She slapped at it.

“Stop that right now! You don’t sound flat enough. Please excuse my noisy rose dress.”

The noise stopped and yet she still felt wrong. Her ears flicked and her slit pupils thinned. Her tails were gone! She called for help, “Have any of you seen my tails? They have appear to have detached again. Where could they be?” She rested her chin on her hand as she sat on the rim of a teacup. As she pondered, one of her detached and sentient tails slowly inched behind her like a furry caterpillar.

[ Camilla Forester ]

A ear flicked and soon, despite the singing that still filled the air, Camilla heard the clang of a metal teapot lid followed by a tiny voice. Blinking, she glances down at the tiny girl with wonderment! "Ooo! Did you happen to eat the wrong type of cake?" she asks excitedly as she sets down her plate and leans down to look at the tiny girl in the singing dress. A singing dress? She needed one of those!

The question of lost tails and further lost body parts made her gasp and sit bolt up right! Was her tail still there!? Twisting around in her seat, Camilla grasps her fur covered tail and sigh with relief. "Phew... Mine is still here..." she sighs before becoming panicked again at the thought her ears were gone! Quick she reaches up and tugs on her mouse ears before sighing with relief again... "Phew... My ears are still here too..." she says before lowering her hands into her lap. Once she'd confirmed her parts were still in place, she couldn't help but lean down to look at the girl. "Is it normal for your tails to run off? Heh, or wiggle off as the case may be." she asks as she glances at one of the squirming appendages.

With all the gentleness of a child picking up a worm, Camilla carefully plucks the Caterpillar like body part off the table and holds it in front of the miniature girl. "Is this one of them?" she asks curiously as it squirmed fruitlessly in between her fingers. Never before had she handed someone's tail back to them...

The hatter, though distracted by pouring more tea for the march hare, did notice the air of panic in Camilla's voice. He was tempted to hand out cake for all to belay the tention, but once things settled soon after, he relaxes and realizes the hare's cup was over flowing... Oh well. Somehow, he took his hand off the pot leaving it to hang in mid air while he got more cups. The WereHare seemed entirely unconcerned about the floating tea pot or his overflowing cup, he was too busy eyeing a rather scrumptious looking piece of pie across the table, that was also eyeing him back...

[And the Bing]Hurray!

The teacup vixen looked up at the beings towering above her. “A cake? Being consumed isn’t part of my schedule. And I don’t recall eating anything that would lessen my size. Are all of you giants certain that you haven’t devoured anything that would increase yours?” peeped Bing.

Her slit pupils thinned as she looked at the furry tail colored similar to a tortoiseshell cat’s being held before her. She exposed her fangs as she smiled and jumped up to take her wriggling tail. She struggled to hold onto it. “There you are, you little creep! Your time of independence has come to and end!” She raised an eyebrow as she thought for a second. “One moment…” The dainty vixen hugged onto her struggling tail and turned over an empty teacup. She went under it and the cup shook for a moment. She emerged a moment later with her tail mysteriously attached now.

“Well, that’s one out of six. The others are likely far from here. You have my gratitude, you helpful behemoths.” She flicked her tail happily. She blinked and looked at the cake the great white fox had motioned to. “You may be right. However, I’m not certain I desire to become a larger size. On one note, if I were to grow, I would have less to drink and eat. And on a similar note, my dress would no longer fit me. And I do like this dress. Well… I like how it smells and looks. I hate how it sounds.” She looked down at her black rose being used as a dress. She whipped her rose dress with her tail as it sang out more lyrics.

“I’ve learned enough things from the flowers, thank you very little! And it's about half passed tea,” she spouted as she scooted over a disgruntled sugar cube up to a teacup and stood on it. She stuck her head forward and lapped up the tea with her tongue.

[ Camilla Forester ]

Oh dear! Now someone else had lost a tail! Was she next?! Subconsciously, Camilla placed her tail in her lap and a hand on her tail. She didn't want her's running off... She did smile as the tiny girl thanked her for returning her missing appendage. Tilting her head slightly, Camilla watched as the tiny fox disappeared under the cup only to come out with her tail very much back where it belonged! "Ooo! How did you do that?!" she asks excitedly, her voice brimming with curiosity!

Whether her question was asked or not, Camilla had another question for the tiny girl. "If you did not consume a cake to make you small, how are you so very small if I may ask? Surly we did not eat something to make us larger for I very much remember being this size yesterday." she asks before stating; thought she did have a musing expression on her face. Had she been this size yesterday? Her memories said as much, but she couldn't remember the white fox, who has lost her tail, despite feeling very much she should. Might she have dreamed of being this size yesterday?

While Camilla was musing on the nature of memories, dreams, and reality, the hatter was busy collecting the overflowing tea into various cups. Logic would state that to ease the flow of tea, he should simply tip the pot up. But what was logic at a mad tea party? No, no, no! Why not take advantage of a teapot full of endless tea? What would a mad tea party be if it had no tea!? While the hatter hadn't noticed the frown, he could also sense someone was out of tea. Quick as a whip, one of the cups he'd just filled was slid across the table to stop in front of the girl who was almost out of tea.

After a bit, Camilla finished her musing by deciding that, yes, she was this size yesterday and no it hadn't been a dream. Maybe... With her keen mouse ears, she heard a tiny lapping sound. Looking down, she see's the fox girl with only one tail returned drinking out of a cup much to larger for her! Glancing down at the tiny cup pinched between her fingers, Camilla smiles and gently taps the small girl on the shoulder. "Would you perhaps like a cup more your size? It is curious, this cup never seems to run out of tea!" she laughs as she holds up cup down for the girl too see.

Whether the cup was taken or not, Camilla leaves the tiny cup for the girl to take before grabbing a slightly too big cup to drink out of. When asked if more would join, Camilla simply shrugs and smiles. "Oh, I very much hope so! The more the merrier!" she chirps in response before taking a sip of her tea. Mmm, Matcha!

Meanwhile, the March WereHere was still eyeing the eight eye'd pie longingly. The piece he had been looking at had already skittered away. Now he set his sights on the mother pie! As he started at the pie it was eyeing him back... Did both of them look hungry?

[ Iyari ]

As soon as there was the slightest hint that her tea might be be gone another was in its place and she sipped it. This time it had a hint of rose smell but tasted like lemon, which was an interesting balance in her mouth. Chuckling softly, she was happy to see them getting along, though she was eying the table again for something to eat. "Well, maybe we'll all get small or you'll get big again. Either way it'll be interesting!"

There was a smell drifting along the table and she looked back at the pie looking back over at the March Werehare and she looked back at it. "Do you think that pie thinks we taste as good as pie does to us?" She asked. "Can't imagine the flavor though." What an odd thing to say...

Her eyes moved back down to the small fox on the table. "Careful that pie doesn't eat you!"