Obsequious oligarchs confess their pins and needles to the cat on the mat in the hatter’s paradise at noon.
Amanda entered the blind alley and asked which way was the kind chemist. Receiving no answer, she fled to the shedding station, three blocks from home. Rome, having been born in a day, found Amanda kind as a blind battalion of bats in the attic of Atticus Sparrow, straight as an arrow in the cuckoo’s nest of the dodo on mocking bird lane. Nurse Sprocket put Amanda in her pocket, but whether ‘her’ referred to Amanda or Nurse Sprocket, no one ever decided, so whose pocket Amanda found herself in–either her own or Nurse Sprocket’s–no one ever found out–including Amanda.
So Rome filed for rights to right the wrong of other places and stayed in one spot while Amanda appeared as happy as a goose out of the bottle of everyone’s pocket in the hatter’s paradise at noon.
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I guess all I can say to that is, I’d be pretty happy to get out of the bottle and into the hatter’s paradise too!
On second thought, that first paragraph kinda makes the hatter’s paradise sound like Mar-a-lago….. and that would be a hard no for me.
Carry on…
Any road will do you
Like when Petunia Pig grows begonias!
I love this!
Thank you!:-)
Such an interesting read. Your flair for the pen is top notch ✅
Thank you! Glad you like it. 🙂
Feel most welcome 🙂😄
More later, who painted the second Hatter ie not the one on Zebra?
I forget if I used DALL-e or Midjourney. But AI generated either way.
Which app do you use for that?
Any browser. Just search for either of those names.
Begonias and a Pea Souper