Overzealous eyes chaotically caromed the dripping amaranthine offshoots trailing down fanciful wealds. The flies of Wonderland fizzed and bizzed overhead, a cat-paw knocking them away in exasperation as the attached feline hopped from daisy to larkspur to tiger-lily, up down across and over them all, shrill screams of anger egging him on as he perturbed the angst-ridden flowers. This strange boisterous animal did not however emit any squeaks, caws, meows, hisses, or growls that were common amongst the species that he personified. Instead, it laughed in a humanly boyish way, giggling and guffawing as he bounded atop the wide brims of each plant.

Upon his spectacular flip-flop and otherwise ungainly landing at the edge of the wailing bed, the purple and pink striped animal morphed amphibiously into a scrawny teenage boy, his scruffy brown hair hidden by the colored jacket which mimicked his cat-ly coat. He giggled, licking his paw much like a cat would as he faced the curses of the plants. “The strain of my ears is now the strain of your stalks,” he said, his body slowly becoming transparent and leaving only that wide smile before that too had disappeared, off to float somewhere else to bring torment and confusion.

This felicitous child-cat as it were, is one of the rare Wonderland-ers who did not originate in this wild corybantic ambiance. Chet, as he was named, fell into this Wonderland through a mirror which he found in the northernmost, darkest room on the top floor in his great-grandmother’s two hundred year old farmhouse. The home which he only so fairly remembers contained many friends, lots of family, but each memory was brief; he hadn’t stayed anywhere long, while short, they were meaningful. And nothing here had a shred of that. This land was a pieced together made-up haphazard creation of a Red King that few spoke of and even less had heard of. Chet, due to his recurrent peregrination of this reality, knew more than most and said less than all.

“Will you hold me in the pillows night? Will you keep me forever blight?” his childish voice echoed around followed by a short yowl of laughter. Through the dense trees we see the boy, prancing around on all fours though his cat form hasn’t quite morphed back into being. A rocking-horse fly flitted by, causing this Chet to pounce upon it, pinning it to the ground, despite it being half his size and proceeding to hiss at it in what seemed like a tongue of his own before releasing it amidst its angry accusations, and once again disappearing into the brush.

A shrill vibrant animalistic screaming screeching cry echoed throughout the thick upside right trees growing from the heavens above, their leafy branches barely dusting the ground below. Yet it was not from whence these trees that the belching sounds emitted. Instead it was from within. And were one to travel to this land in the trees which is itself another dimension, one would find a writhing murine pinned to the feather-covered wilderness by none other than Chet.

“Oh dear….” his feline head tilted to the side, meeting the eyes of the squealing rat as his body slowly disappeared into nothingness, leaving the poor rodent gasping for breath.

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