Merry Unbirthday, Miss. Liddell

Alice came downstairs. The Mad Hatter, March Hare and Dormouse all sang in unison. “Have a very merry unbirthday!”

She shrank from eleven to ten. “If I celebrate too many unbirthdays, do I vanish?”

“You’d rather be old?”

“Not again. More tea, please.”


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