The warm sensation of the intoxicating tea flowed down my throat. I stopped and turned to Hare. "Switch?" He nodded. We jumped on the table then dropped into a different seat and began our process over again. I shifted my hat slightly, trying my best not to let the 10/6 fall from it's place. The garden was quite interesting, blue blades of grass, pink bushes, tiny waterfalls of the thick metallic liquid that made up my life, that gave me true purpose.

Suddenly, I heard the rustle of my splendid pink bushes, and out came a girl. I tilted my head slightly, why was she not at home having tea, was it not tea time?

She sat before us and we exchanged words, finally I posed to her a riddle that, for a long while, for as long as I can remember I had asked everyone at least once. "Why is a raven like a writing desk?" She thought for a moment. "I'm sorry sir, I do not know. How is it like a writing desk?" I sighed and took another sip of tea. "Alas my dear, I do not know...SWITCH!" Hare and I jumped up and took new seats, the fourth time since the girl Alice had joined us. Soon the girl Alice left, and Hare and I were alone once more. I sipped again and focused on my friend. "Nice girl I must say, a tad mad though."