| Morrigoon |
07-01-2009 02:02 PM |
As she trod down the garden path, she came to a small gate, behind which was a most extraordinary display. "Curiouser and curiouser," she thought. "Well hello, my dear!" an enthusiastic little man in an overly-large topper shouted across the table (which was most shockingly LITTERED with dirty teacups!) "Is it YOUR unbirthday too?"
"Unbirthday?!?" exclaimed the March Hare. He began to launch into song. "A......very merry unbirthday to you!"
-"It's not my UN-birthday!" she corrected them. "Why it is, in fact, my actual birthday today!"
"Oh, well, that's different then," the little man sniffed, as he went back to pouring his tea. "Perhaps Miss Whoever-She-Is would like to join us in celebrating OUR unbirthdays," he said to no one in particular, but perhaps to the March Hare.
Being careful to shut the garden gate behind her, she joined them at the table. "I should be delighted. And my name... is Helen."
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