I'm afraid I have to expel a rather ferocious hairball. You're on your own, girl.
The Queen is dead and gone. Well, at least she's gone... for now. Long live Alice! Long live Wonderland.
To the royal guards of this realm, we are all victims in-waiting.
Here's a riddle: When is a croquet mallet like a billy club? I'll tell you: Whenever you want it to be!
I've never trusted toadstools, but I suppose some must have their good points.
Those who say there's nothing like a nice cup of tea for calming the nerves never had *real* tea. It's like a syringe of adrenaline straight to the heart!