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In Lewis Carroll's "Through the Looking Glass," Tweedledum and Tweedledee claim Alice is just a figment of the Red King's dream. "If that there King was to wake, ... you'd go out—bang!—just like a candle!" Alice cries as she desperately argues she's real, half-convinced she isn't.
🎨 John Tenniel

160 anni dalla pubblicazione de "Le avventure di Alice nel Paese delle Meraviglie" di Lewis Carroll. Non passò molto tempo finché il #cinema si accorgesse del suo potenziale. Questa la prima (per altro molto buona) trasposizione: #AliceInWonderland (1903) : Silent Movie Cinema : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet Archive archive.org/details/AliceInWon #UnoLibri

Drilling for Treacle

#FanFiction #AliceInWonderland

#wss366 06/25

“Treacle,” said the March Hare, emphasizing his point with his teacup.

“Yes,” said Alice. “What about treacle?”

“It's the only thing worth drilling for.”

“Hear, hear,” came a sleepy voice from the sugar bowl. The voice continued so muffled, no one heard “#Mine treacle not coal.”

“What about oil? The government seems quite intent on drilling for that.”

“Silly girl,” The Hatter said, joining in. “Oil is nasty, black, tarry stuff. Have you ever added to your tea?”

“No,” said Alice, not quite understanding the logic.

The March Hare made a nasty face. “Put it in #mine once, tastes terrible. Treacle is much better.”

“I suppose.” Alice couldn’t argue with that. Still...

The Hatter looked at his watch. “Half past the election. They should be buttering up the budget about now.”

“I think not,” said the Cheshire Cat, who had just joined them. “The badgers will be for throwing it in the ocean because the mice got a piece of cheese.”

“No help for it,” The Hatter said. “We have plenty, though,” and passed Alice a large slice of liberty bread thickly buttered.

Alice was just reaching for it when the Hatter snatched it away, saying, “The Dormouse has buttered the wrong side again.”

“Treacle,” said the March Hare, emphasizing his words with the buttered bread he’d gotten his hands on.

“You just said that,” Alice responded.

“He did, but ti’s a new season,” the Hatter said.

“Indeed,” came a voice from the sugar bowl.

#writerscoffeeclub 10 June. Where is the line between between homage and theft?

"I made up a joke," Jeckle said, strutting along the fence top.

"Do tell," Heckle screamed. “Joke, joke, we want a joke.”

"Why is a raven like a writing desk?" Jeckle fluffed his feathers proudly.

"That's my joke," The Mad Hatter joined the conversation.

"Claiming it's yours is theft," The March Hare said. “Artistic poison.”

“Pompous, pompous, the rabbit’s pompous!” Heckle screamed.

"Plagiarism even," a sleepy voice added, joining the conversation late.

"But this is an homage," Alice concluded.

"Creek. Crackle. Craraky." Heckle and Jeckle screamed together.

Hatter grabbed Heckle, and Hare Jeckle, and into the tea pot they went.

My two-year-old at the library: "Off with her head!"
Another Mom, nervously: "Oh the things kids pick up from TV."

Ma'am, please. My daughter doesn't watch TV; she checks out every #AliceInWonderland book we could find from several nearby libraries, like a normal(?) two-year-old.

(She also puts silly hats on her dolls and calls them "the mad hatter".)

(And listens to "Alice in the Metalverse", but that one's kinda on me.)

#Parenting
#MagoDeOZ

#wss366 5/29 #Mouse

The MOUSE with the long tail watched Alice go and announced, “That’s a wrap.”

The animals stopped running and collapsed in a heap. A few took out sandwiches wrapped in wax paper or sipped drinks from thermoses. It had been a long day.

“Be here early tomorrow. They’re shooting a scene for ‘Babes in Toyland.’” The MOUSE’s voice cut through the babble of voices. A groan followed his announcement.

After a moment, the dodo perked up. “Who’s up for a pint and a game of darts?”

Sheep pulled a pocket watch from its fleece. “Time for one round.”

Cheers erupt.