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Book Worm Grunny sez:
"Book lovers never sleep alone."

This is where I'll be putting all my grunny based stories and such. Please, feel free to include your own stories and adventures! I can't wait to read what you write.

It's a very very nice poem

This is the beginning of a short story I wrote for class.

The Cheshire Cat and Alice

Alive. The forest was alive. Strange birds sang their broken songs in time with the tie-dye frog’s serenade. Small things scurried across the floor, through the grass, making it crawl and writhe. Even the twisted trees with their smooth bark vibrated with life, sending a soft hum through the wood. Sunlight could barely reach through the thick leaves, yet plants still grew there, drinking up the shade. And the breath of the wind was sweet and heavy with perfume, like a cloud of hot incense that never faded. Leaves streaked through with every shade of green fell like a blanket over the flowers, who only straightened themselves up and shook free, insulted that their beauty was for a single moment hidden. Paths once worn deep into the ground were being engulfed by the under growth, grass reclaiming it in patches and poisonous plants that lived like animals feed there.
Suddenly it all stopped. The birds, the frogs, the whispers among the flowers, and even the hum of the trees ceased. The forest stood completely still, listening. Straining to hear the source of whatever it was that made it uneasy. As if to confirm its suspicions, a streak of white suddenly bolted down one of the paths. It went down the path, over the logs, through the grasses and flowers, until it finally disappeared, leaving only a cloud of pollen in its wake.
With an inhale and a sneeze, one of the creatures of this place awoke, breaking the deafening silence. A strange beast sat up on the tree branch, rubbing its nose on the back of a paw-like hand. With a long yawn the body of a young man stretched out across the bark, purple striped fur bristling along his skin as he arched his back upward and popped the vertebrae. A tail spiraled with a deeper violet unfurled for underneath him, wrapping around the branch in a tight coil. He flipped himself onto his back, exposing his lavender stomach to the leaves and folding his long arms behind his head. His abbreviated feline nose twitched as pollen settled on his face, and he sneezed again. Slowly he opened his large eyes, they were of the deepest shade of red, and shot through with sunburst pupils. He caught the last glimpse of the white wraith that had stirred the pollen he was so allergic to. With a grimace that showed long pointed teeth he muttered angrily, he hated when that rabbit disturbed his afternoon nap. In fact he hated the rabbit all together, always running around making a fool of himself with his broken pocket watch, raving about being late to this that and the other thing. Maybe one day he’d make a meal out of the rabbit, a nice stew per-. He stopped his thought process as his ear twitched, suddenly all too aware of the utter silence of the forest. It was never quiet. Not like this at least. He sat up straight, turning himself to dangle his legs over the branch. Fur bristled over his shoulders, the noiselessness was making his instincts go into overactive drive.
Then another movement through the trees caught his attention. He squinted and the slits that made his pupils swirled and shrunk to focus in on whatever it was. A splash of blue was making its way through the greens and brown of the wood, dancing and bobbing like a bit of flower fluff caught in a summer’s breeze. The little blur grew closer and soon became clear. Why no flower fluff at all! But a girl. A little human girl wandering through the wood of Cheshire, tripping over fallen logs, staining her pure white stockings and catching her nice polished shoes in holes and ditches. A devilish grin curled at the corners of his mouth, and he blended himself into the tree, his stark purple fur fading to the gray brown of the bark, until he became little more then a shimmer like you would see on a particularly hot day. Quietly he began to follow her, creeping from branch to branch on all fours, careful not to disturb a leaf as she walked in what she thought was an empty wood. Suddenly, she came to a fork in the worn path that she was trying so desperately to follow.
“Oh bother,” She breathed, leaning her palm flat against a nearby tree as she caught her breath and thought about which way to go. She did not mean to go so far and to lose her way so quickly, but she had been so compelled by that rabbit and his little watch. Why, she never knew rabbits could even tell time! But now she was simply trying to find someone, anyone who could help her get home.
As she stood and pondered, he began to hum a little tune to himself, smiling as the eerie sound echoed and made the girl spin in confusion. He crept to the branch behind her an began to sing his little ditty,
'Twas brilig, and the slithy toves, Did gyre and gimble in the wabe, All mimsy were the borogroves, And the mome raths outgrabe.”
“Now where do you suppose...?”, she mused as she looked around, peering through the trees to try and find the source of the song.
“Lose something?” He purred as his grin stretched again, this time he allowed it to slowly come visible, tooth by tooth, a feral smile suspended alone in the air.
“Oh my!” .She turned quickly on her toes and gasped at the sudden sight of a set of teeth sitting in a tree without an owner. So startled she had been, that she had brought her hands to her mouth, but soon she cleared her throat, “oh, no no, I was just... uh never mind.”
“Oh, that's quite all right. One moment please.” He was going to make this as dramatic a show as possible, he rarely ever got to impress people with his tricks. He allowed his eyes to shimmer into existence, gazing down at her with their swirling pupils, before the rest of his body melted from it’s camouflage and he sat cross legged on the branch, clearing his throat, “Second chorus.” And he began to sing his odd little tune again, “Twas brilig, and the slithy toves, Did gyre and gimble in the wabe-”
“Why, why you're a cat!” She interrupted.
“A Cheshire Cat.” And with that he slowly began to fade back into his foliage color. “All mimsy were the borogroves...”
“Oh wait!” She held out her pale hand to him, a look of desperation in her eyes, fear of being alone in this strange place again creeping at her.
“There you are!” He made like he had lost her for a moment, though she stood right below him, remanifesting his body again. “Third chorus...”
“Oh, no, no. I was just wondering if you could help me find my way.”
“Well that depends on where you want to get to.”
“Oh, it really doesn't matter, as long as...”
“Then it really doesn't matter which way you go.” He smiled coyly.
“Well, I am trying to follow this white rabbit, and-”
He cut her off, “If I were looking for a white rabbit, I'd ask the Mad Hatter.” He pointed one long clawed finger down one of the pathways.
“The Mad Hatter? Oh, no no no...” She shifted from foot to foot uncomfortably.
“Or, you could ask the March Hare, in that direction.” He crossed his hanging arm over the other and pointed down the other path.
“Oh, thank you. I think I'll see him...” She started to walk down the path to her right.
He cupped his chin in his palms, resting his elbows on her knees as he looked down at her in amusement, “Of course, he's mad, too.”
She gave a frustrated sigh, that almost sounded like she was choking back a sob, “But I don't want to go among mad people.”
He began to laugh manically, falling back off the branch but catching himself with his long tail before he reached the ground. He dangled there and held his stomach as he laughed, then slowly calmed himself as he slowly spun and giggled, “Oh, you can't help that. Most everyone's mad here.” And slowly he began to disappear, starting from the tip of his tail and spiraling to his large grin, “You may have noticed that I'm not all there myself.” He vanished from her sight, but he was merely pulling himself back up onto the branch to sit properly. He watched in amusement as the girl fretted, wringing her hands in her little apron and peering about the wood helplessly. A twinge of guilt struck through him and he sighed and reappeared, leaning back on the tree.
“Oh, by the way, if you'd really like to know, he went that way.” His tail curled up and pointed down the left path.
“Who did?” She had quite forgotten by this time why she was even having this ridiculous conversation.
“The White Rabbit.”
“He did?”
“He did what?”
“Went that way.” She pointed down the path he had indicated.
“Who did?”
“The White Rabbit.”
“What rabbit?” He blinked at her quizzically.
“But didn't you just say - I mean - Oh, dear.” She began to wring her hands in her apron again.
Suddenly he stood up and popped his head clean off his shoulders, which gained him a startled stare as he rolled it from one arm to the other, then plopped it on the branch and did a handstand square between his ears. “Can you stand on your head?”
“Oh!” She stomped her foot in frustration and began to trudge down the left path.
He smiled as he watched her go, and then felt rather sad. An odd ache began to tug at his heart with her suddenly gone, like she had tied a string to it and the further she got the more taunt it grew, threatening to pull it from his chest. He had never had such fun, and now he had driven her off. Suddenly a brilliant idea occurred to him. He would follow this lovely little girl, play as many games with her as he pleased on her way through this world. He wondered what she would find strange that he would find normal, what she would love and what she would hate. He made his body invisible again and began to prowl after her through the wood. He wondered what she would find in his world of Wonderland.

wow both the poem and the story are funky i so JELOUSE go u 2