Dedicated to WizardofHogwarts, I pour my soul, heart, and love in this story for you. RonaldxGrell


The Dourmouse was a tired mouse. When not out snagging great beasts, he found himself napping at the Hatter's table. He rarely drank the tea, letting it sit in front of his resting place. He was a calm mouse, never too quicky to anger, but quick into becoming frightened. One place her never played was the forest just beyond the Hatter's table. Stories he heard told of a Cat that lived there and that he eats mice with his morning tea. The Dourmouse was quick again to gain fear of the Cat, even though he never saw a cat in his life before. He was simply told to fear the Cat of the Woods Beyond the Table.

As weeks passed, he began to wonder what reason there was to fear the Cat. He knew he was afraid of it, but why was it? Surely the Cat could not eat a whole mouse like himself! Of course, the Hare was always right. Everyone asked him when complicated emotions came to play. The Hare also sat at the table with him and the two ave grown to be close friends over the years. Perhaps the Hare could help with his questions about the new fear he gained!

He decided to asked the dark haired Hare on a cloudy day in October, it was the month of knowledge, maybe he can give a more complete answer and something that the Dourmouse could understand. He was far smarter beyond his years.

"Honostly Mousey, it is because he is the Cat that you fear him. Look at yourself! Mouse ears and tail- I can clearly see you are a mouse and so can the Cat! Surely he will eat you as soon as he sees you. Seize your wondering and slaying, stay in the safety that is the table." the Marsh Hare answered, not exactly the answer the blonde mouse was looking for. He was already aware of the Cat eating mice.

"Everyone seems to fear the Cat. Do you fear the Cat too Hare? Is that why you stay here at the table?" such a naive mind he had.

"Of course I do not fear him. I am simply irritated by him is all."

"So what do you fear?"

"The Dog and Man, isn't that obvious enough?"

"So why do you fear them? Will they eat you too?"

"The Dog hunts the Hare as well as the Rabbit (I am still in no way like that horrid creature). All creature but Dog fear Man, I fear Man and you should as well."

"Yet we live and drink tea with the Hatter, and the Hatter I know is a Man. Are we mad if we are staying with a Man?"

"But the Hatter kindly provides us the safety of his table. We do not fear anyone here. No one eats another here. Here, we eat cakes and sugar cubes- as many as we please and until we get into the Woods or through the Gate, we are to not fear of another guest at this table. The Hatter is strange, peculiar, but he lets us stay as long as we please. I have built a new home in these very grounds so that the fear does not reach me. You, Dourmouse, live elsewhere and wonder about. Truely you will have to live with the fear. And must I tell you again and again- we are all mad here."

"So why is it that we fear? Surely you know if you felt it before coming to the table."

"It is simple my dear Mousey, it is the balance of the world. The Cat will eat the Mouse so the Mouse must be afraid of the Cat. The Dog hunts the Hare so the Hare must be afraid of the Dog. Man slaughters animals so we must fear Man. It is simply the balance of the world. You do not follow and that balance is broken."

"Yet you choose to hide from the fear in the safety of this table! Are you not upsetting balance if you, Hare, have not a Dog or Man to truely fear?"

"Ah, but we are not the world- we are Wonderland. There truely is no balance here. You see it right here at this very table! We have many guests here, we've seen another cat sip tea with a dog and the goldfish as well. Not one guest ate another Mousey!"

"If it is the balance of the world to fear what you say, and we are not the world nor balanced- must we truely fear the things we are told to fear?"

"It is not good to ask so many questions."

"But why do we call the Cattipillar wise when all he does is ask and answer questions?"

"He is the Cattipillar, not a Mouse, not a Hare, not a Man. It is his job to question our Wonderland world."

"So why are we called Wonderland if you tell me we are to not wonder and let only the Cattipillar wonder?" such a mind of a child he had.

"The wondering is not for us, it is for Alice and for the wise."

"So why is it again that I must fear the Cat? If it is that we have no balance and are Wonderland and not the world, what reason is there to fear him?"

"My dear Mousey, there is none at all."