The Hatter sat at his table, feeling a bit lonely. Time had finally forgiven him and tea time was over. The Door mouse and the March Hair both returned home. At least that bothersome girl had also disappeared. Honestly it was quite rude of her to invite herself to tea and interrupt the Door mouse’s story as she did. She was constantly saying things she didn’t mean and meaning things she didn’t say. It was honestly quite rude. She didn’t even bother to tell him why on earth a raven is like a writing desk.
On top of all that, she decided to grow so unbearably big during the trail of the knave of hearts (why did he have to steal those tarts?). It was quite uncivil. To top it off she just disappeared in the middle of presenting her evidence, frightening the King of Hearts out of his wits! Although, to be fair, he never had many wits to begin with. That girl with the awful hair.
“What was her name?” The hatter asked himself, quite cordially.
“How in Wonderland am I supposed to know if you do not?” he answered himself with a disgusted shake of his head. Really, the questions some people asked.
“Oh I remember now!”
“Now you remember. You have such horrible timing.”
“Don’t you go bringing time back into this. He just let us out of tea time!”
“Does he know the girl’s name?”
“What girl,” the hatter asked himself. The hatter was thoroughly confused at this point, but it is rather hard to carry on a conversation with oneself.
“The strange girl that didn’t explain why a raven is like a writing desk!”
“That’s right, Alice never did explain that. Why is a raven like a writing desk?” the hatter asked himself again.
The hatter shrugged and lifted the plate of crumpets so that he could eat them. Why get your hands dirty when you can just move the plate to your face? Underneath was a sentence written with butter in the hatter’s handwriting. Butter is a very good writing utensil after all, the hatter thought to himself as he squinted, trying to read his message.
Because it can produce a few notes, though they are very flat, and it is nevar put with the wrong end it front.
The hatter nodded to himself – it made perfect sense. Since it was written down he should never forget it again!
So happy was the hatter with his discover that he set the plate of crumpets back down on top of it, and he wandered off to share the news with his friends. Five minutes later the hatter had forgotten the whole thing.
Author’s Note: This story is loosely based off Alice in Wonderland, where Alice first meets the Mad Hatter. He asks her why a raven is like a writing desk. When she can’t answer, he reveals that he also doesn’t know the answer. I’ve always wondered about it, and when I was reading the story for this class I decided to Google it. I thought I would just find some interesting theories, but apparently Lewis Carrol did reveal the answer himself, which is what is included in this story. I know that it may be difficult to follow, but since the hatter is mad, I made the story a bit confusing to emphasize that.
Bibliography: Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carrol. Web Source.
Image: “Why is a raven like a writing desk?” by Dustin Gaffke. Source: Flickr