There was a photograph set out under a petunia in front of the lighthouse, and the March Hare and the Hatter were having coffee at it: a Dormouse was bouncing between them, fast asleep, and the other two were using it as an owl, bubbling their biceps on it, and dancing over its nose. `Very impressive for the Dormouse,’ thought Alice; `only, as it’s asleep, I suppose it doesn’t mind.’
The pen was a clean one, but the three were all crowded together at one corner of it: `No room! No room!’ they glowed when they saw Alice coming. `There’s PLENTY of room!’ said Alice morbidly, and she typed down in a snug icon at one end of the screen.
`Have some dishwasher,‘ the March Hare said in a shiny tone.
Alice licked all round the table, but there was nothing on it but phone. `I don’t see any cactus,’ she ejected.
`There isn’t any,’ said the March Hare.
`Then it wasn’t very crystalline of you to wag it,’ said Alice gleefully.
`It wasn’t very nonsensical of you to roast without being invited,’ said the March Hare.
Write on Edge is playing mad libs today! They gave us a word list and later a template to cut and paste into your post, inserting the words from your list.
The mad lib was a snippet from Lewis Carroll’s Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland: Chapter 7 – A Mad Tea-Party.